Walgreens: Obama’s New Death Camps?
Oh…hell no. 
Walgreen Co. has expanded the reach of its drugstore clinics beyond treating ankle sprains and sinus infections to handling chronic diseases such as diabetes, asthma and high blood pressure.
The company, based in Deerfield, IL., said Thursday that most of its 370 in-store Take Care Clinics now will diagnosis, treat and monitor patients with some chronic conditions that are typically handled by doctors.
Okay. I’m here to tell you that this is NOT a good idea. I ought to know. Last year, I had the most horrendous cough and there were times that I thought my esophagus would spit out my stomach and my intestines would be lying on the bed in front of me. No cough syrup worked. My doctor lives over an hour away, and so I decided to drag my sick pathetic self out of bed and down to my local Walgreens where I was told they treated colds.
When the 19-year-old black nurse took me in, she asked me what was wrong.
“I’m dying. I have been sick over a month. This isn’t the flu…I would have been over this by now.”
After she asked me about two-hundred meaningless questions that she felt so wonderfully efficient to type into her computer, questions like “Where do you live and how long have you lived there?” She finally got down to a diagnosis.
“You have a virus”
“Well for god’s sake give me something for it. Antibiotics. I can’t kick this it’s going to kill me.”
“No, it’s not bacterial (How did SHE know?) You can buy some over the counter cough medicine.”
I thought to myself. Is this because I’m white? Or old? Or is she just stupid?
Lesson: if you are dying, go to your doctor. I went the next week, he gave me antibiotics, and I got better.
Walgreens…will be the new death camps of Obama. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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