I never did tell you about my doctor appointment yesterday. I won’t even go into the whole trying-to-make-an-appointment-with-an-innetwork-doctor fiasco. Suffice to say I finally got an appointment for 1 p.m. with a doctor that takes my healthplan.
At 2 p.m. I got home and nothing had been solved. The man claimed I wasn’t sick. This despite the raggy voice, and the hacking coughs I had in his office when trying to breath deeply while he checked my chest sounds (which he tried to listen to THROUGH MY THICK SHIRT I might add). He took my temperature (98.4) asked me if I was updated on my Tetanus shot (I’m not, but that’s not why I’m there), and took a few personal calls on my dime (apparently he’s about to go on vacation.
This doctor was a nightmare. He claimed I had allergies. When I told Denis this, he said, “I have allergies – and my allergies have never involved phleghm and persistent coughing.” I didn’t think so.
Either way, the doc took a throat culture for analysis (if only to get paid more, I’m sure – the way he did it was totally a last minute decision).
My condition was worse this morning – but I had to come to work because there were some deadlines that had to be met. But my throat is killing me, when I cough it hurts, and I’m a big mouth-breather today because my nose is completely stuffed up now.
And don’t get me started on that cold sore that has started to appear on my upper lip.