"Look, I don't mean to raise a stink about this, but what's keeping him? We've been in this stupid waiting room for an hour, watching our humanity slowly drain away...fur starting to come in...you receptionists know a bit about what gets prescribed, right? Can we just not do this run-around and you get us some syringes of whatever inhibitors to slow this shit down?! I know, I know...I'm just losing my mind, out here. I don't want to re-read last year's edition of Farming Equipment Monthly again. Wait too long, and the two of us'll be making a real mess of your reception area...you wouldn't want that, right?"
(Yes I'm aware the previous story just had a donkey lady giving up because medical science can't do anything...I've always considered each of these stories to be off in its own universe, where different things might be possible. 🙂 Or maybe skunk-ism can be delayed, but donkeys are a lost cause...?)