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Went to the Doc's today. I was reminded yet again why I hate going there. My mother's been after me to go see a Doctor since friday and finally yesterday I consent to going today. She thinks I may have a sinus infection, and I'm beginning to think she may be onto something as I haven't been able to breathe out of my nose since last monday, and my entire head feels like it is about to drift off into oblivion.. So I go. I wait. I am feeling stupid, as I usually do when I visit the Doctor, seeing as most times I am told that it is only a cold and they prescribe me some heavy-duty decongestant just to placate me and my mother. Even if this very cold is going on its third week of kicking my ass, I still seem to get a kind boot out the door with a condescending pat on my head.
I wait. I wait a little bit more, then the Doctor decides its time to fit me into his very busy schedule(consider the time it takes to eat two donuts and drink a cup of coffee, let alone the time it takes for that very cup of coffee to cool down enough in order to be drinkable and you will have an idea of how jam-packed this Doctor's schedule was). Babu Ramdev(yes that was the Doctor's real name) pulls aside the curtain of the little enclave in which I've been waiting for apporximately an hour and a half, and has me repeat my symptoms for the third time that day so i do, voicing my mother's fears that it may be a sinus infection. He efficiently examines me using all the tools at his disposal; a tongue depressor to look down my throat, a stethoscope to listen to me breathe, a flashlight with a little black cone on the end to look into my ears, and a finger to hold one nostril shut while I attempt to breathe through the other. At that most opportune time my nose suddenly decides to clear itself up(yet more evidence that my body conspires against me) and I start feeling rather foolish. The need to justify myself becomes fairly strong and I attempt to explain that my mother was worried and I yold her I'd go see the Doctor just in case it was actually an infection. Babu just looks at me and continues his methodical evaluation, not a word was uttered. He finishes up and stands back. "I'm going to prescribe you some nasal spray and a decongestant," he says.
"So that means I don't have a sinus infection?"
He pauses for a moment and then says, "well we can prescribe you an antibiotic too."
I sit there in wonderment. He leaves to write up my discharge papers( another 30 minutes) and I am left there to contemplate what just happened to me. I came in with several symptoms and a tentative diagnosis, I went through several layers of security in order to see a doctor, I finally saw the Doctor and on the basis of what he sees through examination he prepared to write me off with a minor cold, and then just because I attempt to find out if I was justified at all in coming to see him he decides to prescribe me the antibiotics for my diagnosis. My question is this. Why do i need a Doctor in the first place if I'm just gonna diagnose myself?
I wait. I wait a little bit more, then the Doctor decides its time to fit me into his very busy schedule(consider the time it takes to eat two donuts and drink a cup of coffee, let alone the time it takes for that very cup of coffee to cool down enough in order to be drinkable and you will have an idea of how jam-packed this Doctor's schedule was). Babu Ramdev(yes that was the Doctor's real name) pulls aside the curtain of the little enclave in which I've been waiting for apporximately an hour and a half, and has me repeat my symptoms for the third time that day so i do, voicing my mother's fears that it may be a sinus infection. He efficiently examines me using all the tools at his disposal; a tongue depressor to look down my throat, a stethoscope to listen to me breathe, a flashlight with a little black cone on the end to look into my ears, and a finger to hold one nostril shut while I attempt to breathe through the other. At that most opportune time my nose suddenly decides to clear itself up(yet more evidence that my body conspires against me) and I start feeling rather foolish. The need to justify myself becomes fairly strong and I attempt to explain that my mother was worried and I yold her I'd go see the Doctor just in case it was actually an infection. Babu just looks at me and continues his methodical evaluation, not a word was uttered. He finishes up and stands back. "I'm going to prescribe you some nasal spray and a decongestant," he says.
"So that means I don't have a sinus infection?"
He pauses for a moment and then says, "well we can prescribe you an antibiotic too."
I sit there in wonderment. He leaves to write up my discharge papers( another 30 minutes) and I am left there to contemplate what just happened to me. I came in with several symptoms and a tentative diagnosis, I went through several layers of security in order to see a doctor, I finally saw the Doctor and on the basis of what he sees through examination he prepared to write me off with a minor cold, and then just because I attempt to find out if I was justified at all in coming to see him he decides to prescribe me the antibiotics for my diagnosis. My question is this. Why do i need a Doctor in the first place if I'm just gonna diagnose myself?