I need a new doctor...

Feb 13, 2012 14:39

So I've had a cough now for about a week, and on Saturday I pretty much lost my voice from all the coughing and mucus and whatnot.  So my mom forced me to go to the doctor yesterday.  I was in the waiting room for longer than I was actually in the exam room.  The doctor came in, asked what my symptoms were, told me to look right, look left while he looked at my ears, looked at my throat, felt my forehead, and then said I had a mild sinus infection and he was giving me antibiotics and nasal spray.

Wonderful, ok.  Maybe the coughing and runny nose will go away.

lol, I'm not that lucky.  My head feels a bit better today, but now my stomach is killing me from the antibiotics.  I looked up what he gave me, and it's a huge dosage and involves some acid thing that forces the antibiotics to work faster or something in case the body has become immune to antibiotics.  I'm pretty sure that's what's making me sick, since I've had this antibiotic before and been fine.  But I haven't needed to take medicine for YEARS, so there's no need at all to prescribe that acid thing to me. And why such a high dosage if he said it was only a mild sinus infection?  I don't get it.  It's kind of making me angry.

So yeah, I called the office and talked to a nurse and she said she'd talk to a doctor and call back with either a new dosage or a new medicine to give me.  She has yet to call back with the results of said conversation with the doctor.

Meanwhile, my boss is like "Sorry, I can't give you a day off, here are dogs to walk."  So I have one more dog to walk, and I'm exhausted.

Ugh. Life is so difficult.

On top of that, I feel like everyone who's asking me how I'm doing/if I'm doing better is doing so right before they ask me to do something.  Whatever happened to just caring about how another human being is doing?  Is asking for sympathy too much to ask for?  (ok, maybe I'm a little cranky now too... or just exhausted thus cranky)

Now I need to go walk a dog and try not to vomit all over the street.

woe is me, pardon my self-pity moment, complain complain complain

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