SLOPE FAMILY MED CTR: THE KING OF MY SHITLIST

No, you'll never walk through that door.  But keep staring at it and maybe it'll start talking.

How was your morning?  Did you enjoy a delicious breakfast sandwich?  A carefree post snowmageddon commute?  The sweet sound of birds chirping outside your window?  And how was my morning, you ask?  I SPENT TWO AND A HALF HOURS WAITING IN A GERM-INFESTED WAITING ROOM TO SEE A DOCTOR.  WHO ENDED UP PRESCRIBING ME SUDAFED AND IBUPROFEN.

My ShitList is pretty long, and if you're on it, you know it.  And now it has a new king: Park Slope Family Medical Center.  Okay, I'll admit that I didn't really do my homework on the place, and after one bad experience with a Prospect Park West doctor whose office literally looked like it hadn't been updated since 1940 (I am sure I'll see it in a "Twilight Zone" film, box of syringes on the floor and all), I probably should have.  But I've been sick and gross for nearly a month now, and antibiotic numero uno didn't kick this shit, so I needed a part two.  I did a little research on a PCP in Slope, and found one that was pretty highly reviewed and happened to be on 13th Street.  So I said, "Reviews are good, what the hell, it can't get any worse, right?" and bit the bullet.

HOW WRONG I WAS.

After checking in at 9:30am, I wasn't seen until 10 to NOON, and then the doctor spent five minutes with me.  And the waiting room was a fucking zoo.  Advice to everyone: stay the holy hell away from this place at all costs.

So now I'm back to square one with no PCP, I'm still sick, I have this massive bottle of 600MG Ibuprofen (haaaay partaaaay!) that's supposed to be the answer, and absolutely no faith that there's a good practice here in Slope.  How is that even possible with the health nuttos from the Coop?  The floor is open to suggestions, but even more open to stories of DOCTOR'S OFFICE RAGE so I don't feel so alone and crazy.