To My Friends: You Were Right; I Really AM Sick...
Called my doctor's office this morning. Told them I had a lingering nasty cold and cough since October 24. They asked if I would like to be seen today. I said, if at all possible. I was put on hold.
Two minutes later, it's my DOCTOR on the phone. "Hey, lady!" she chirps at me. "You have a history of leaving this too long. I want to see you today at 3:45, do you hear me?" (Yes, ma'am.) I was a bit taken aback, because one does not usually get to speak directly to one's doctor on the phone. I guess that's what you get when you've been one of her patients through three of her office moves and nearly twenty years.
So, it is, in fact, walking pneumonia. I have a 'script for antibiotics. I have filled it. I will take them all. My doctor is pleased with me for coming in now, because I was at the start of things going deeply south, as opposed to deep within danger territory.
She asked me if I knew it was her on the phone. I told her that yes, I'd known, because she'd called me "lady," which she always does.
"Well, I always DO call you a lady, because you are," she said, nodding at my ankle length skirt, silk blouse and teacher jacket. "But that does not mean you get to die of ladylike diseases like lung rot or consumption or any such nonsense." I laughed so hard, I did start coughing. And she complimented me for coughing into my elbow, too.
So, thank you all, for strongly encouraging me to go get seen. I can start stepping out on the road to recovery now.
Two minutes later, it's my DOCTOR on the phone. "Hey, lady!" she chirps at me. "You have a history of leaving this too long. I want to see you today at 3:45, do you hear me?" (Yes, ma'am.) I was a bit taken aback, because one does not usually get to speak directly to one's doctor on the phone. I guess that's what you get when you've been one of her patients through three of her office moves and nearly twenty years.
So, it is, in fact, walking pneumonia. I have a 'script for antibiotics. I have filled it. I will take them all. My doctor is pleased with me for coming in now, because I was at the start of things going deeply south, as opposed to deep within danger territory.
She asked me if I knew it was her on the phone. I told her that yes, I'd known, because she'd called me "lady," which she always does.
"Well, I always DO call you a lady, because you are," she said, nodding at my ankle length skirt, silk blouse and teacher jacket. "But that does not mean you get to die of ladylike diseases like lung rot or consumption or any such nonsense." I laughed so hard, I did start coughing. And she complimented me for coughing into my elbow, too.
So, thank you all, for strongly encouraging me to go get seen. I can start stepping out on the road to recovery now.