Sep 26 2002
Death Warmed Over
That’s how I feel anyway. I’m sick again (or still) and stayed home from work. My mother (got to love her) insisted I call the doctor and schedule an appointment. Being the dutiful young lady I am, I called and made an appointment.
It was a disappointing experience overall. I really hoped to have someone with a sympathetic ear listen to all my complaints and try to get a full picture of how I was feeling and what might be causing it…not just that it’s a viral infection or whatever, but perhaps I’m not getting enough sleep, or I’m under too much stress, or I am not eating properly. I wanted someone to help me examine my situation…to look at the big picture. Instead, it went more like this:
D: Symptoms?
A: Umm…I’ve got a really stuffy nose…
D: Color of discharge?
A: Err…
D: Is it thick and green?
A: Eww.
D: Let me look in your nose.
A: Err… I guess so…hey! ow! whoa!
D: Yep, pretty nasty.
A: I thought to myself: well duh, what did you expect? Roses blooming in my nasal passages?
D: Any allergies to medicine?
A: Yes, I’m allergic to penicillan and sulfa drugs.
D: Well, humph. That really limits what I can give you.
A: I’m sorry? (why did I feel the need to apologize?)
D: Here you go (handing me the prescription she had just written up). I hope you feel better.
A: Thank you.
Well, at least I got some pills out of the deal. Hopefully, they will help me feel better soon.
