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I finally went to the doctor's yesterday.
I waited until Dan got home then I tipsily wobbled into his car (and on the way, taking the keys out of my passenger door that I had accidentally left- oops). The first clinic wasn't the average clinic but an addiction clinic. They told us where another clinic would be. For some reason it didn't dawn on me that, you know, it was an addiction clinic. On the way out I asked Dan "What's a diction clinic?" I'm sure that the people thought I was messed up and could actually use some time there.
The second clinic was filled to the brim with patients. Luckily we didn't stay too long when we saw a sign that they were no longer taking walk-ins. WTF?
The third clinic looked like some back alley establishment on the corner to a run down Chinese grocery store. When we walked in, a guy walked out and said something along the lines of "Go in there only if you want to die!" Dan and I giggled nervously at this. Even this podunk clinic didn't take walk ins! WTF, Sacramento?! They would only take three walk in for the day and if I wanted to be one of those people I'd have to show up the next day at around 7:30 a.m.
I resigned myself to the fact that it was probably my only choice and went home and cried because I'm so tired of being sick. Tired of getting the chills and hot flashes, being dizzy, running a fever, coughing, feeling too sensitive and uncomfortable to be touched, the lumps on my neck (now four at this time) and having a giant headache. I grabbed a wet washcloth and laid down for half an hour with the cloth over my eyes to sooth the burning and the headache. I almost felt 80% normal after that.
Luckily, we found another clinic that was close to Daniel's brother's college, so we decided to go with him and his dad to take his brother. While his bro went to class and dad shopped, we went to the clinic. It was by far the best looking one out of the four.
Good god, it took forever even though the clinic looked empty. They were prompt in putting me in a room, but I must have waited at least an hour for somebody to come to my door. Then the first guy disappeared because they spelled my name wrong! I'm not Jennifer M Butnes. Another infinity later, a doctor with a very polish last name came in.
The prognosis is a bacterial infection, like I thought it would be. It's definitely my lymph nodes that are swollen. It turns out that my body is probably fighting off one dinky blackhead in my ear! The stress of moving out here, moving in, the new environment, and finding a job probably lowered my immune system and my body could no longer hold its own. I've had the pimple since even before I came out here, actually. I was surprised when I saw it for the first time because this is the first blackhead I've ever had in my ear and for the love of god I CAN'T GET IT TO COME OUT. It's on the flat area inside the ear that is too rigid to push on. She couldn't see my ear drum in my right ear so she had a guy come in and flush it out. That was the strangest sensation ever, feeling jets of watery peroxide bombard my eardrum. It began to hurt a bit. He got a lot of ear wax and the piece she wanted gone out. It was like the size of half a pencil eraser and black! I Q-tip my ears every day, but I guess that even that doesn't prevent build up but could actually be worse by pushing the ear wax back.
I got antibiotics and today I'll probably go pick up the anti-dizziness medicine. I thought I could rough that out, like I try to do with everything else, but no.
Can't sleep, can't dream, can't stay still. My temp is 103. Still feel sick as a dog. I hope the medicine will work soon, because I don't want shell out another $250 to go back.
I waited until Dan got home then I tipsily wobbled into his car (and on the way, taking the keys out of my passenger door that I had accidentally left- oops). The first clinic wasn't the average clinic but an addiction clinic. They told us where another clinic would be. For some reason it didn't dawn on me that, you know, it was an addiction clinic. On the way out I asked Dan "What's a diction clinic?" I'm sure that the people thought I was messed up and could actually use some time there.
The second clinic was filled to the brim with patients. Luckily we didn't stay too long when we saw a sign that they were no longer taking walk-ins. WTF?
The third clinic looked like some back alley establishment on the corner to a run down Chinese grocery store. When we walked in, a guy walked out and said something along the lines of "Go in there only if you want to die!" Dan and I giggled nervously at this. Even this podunk clinic didn't take walk ins! WTF, Sacramento?! They would only take three walk in for the day and if I wanted to be one of those people I'd have to show up the next day at around 7:30 a.m.
I resigned myself to the fact that it was probably my only choice and went home and cried because I'm so tired of being sick. Tired of getting the chills and hot flashes, being dizzy, running a fever, coughing, feeling too sensitive and uncomfortable to be touched, the lumps on my neck (now four at this time) and having a giant headache. I grabbed a wet washcloth and laid down for half an hour with the cloth over my eyes to sooth the burning and the headache. I almost felt 80% normal after that.
Luckily, we found another clinic that was close to Daniel's brother's college, so we decided to go with him and his dad to take his brother. While his bro went to class and dad shopped, we went to the clinic. It was by far the best looking one out of the four.
Good god, it took forever even though the clinic looked empty. They were prompt in putting me in a room, but I must have waited at least an hour for somebody to come to my door. Then the first guy disappeared because they spelled my name wrong! I'm not Jennifer M Butnes. Another infinity later, a doctor with a very polish last name came in.
The prognosis is a bacterial infection, like I thought it would be. It's definitely my lymph nodes that are swollen. It turns out that my body is probably fighting off one dinky blackhead in my ear! The stress of moving out here, moving in, the new environment, and finding a job probably lowered my immune system and my body could no longer hold its own. I've had the pimple since even before I came out here, actually. I was surprised when I saw it for the first time because this is the first blackhead I've ever had in my ear and for the love of god I CAN'T GET IT TO COME OUT. It's on the flat area inside the ear that is too rigid to push on. She couldn't see my ear drum in my right ear so she had a guy come in and flush it out. That was the strangest sensation ever, feeling jets of watery peroxide bombard my eardrum. It began to hurt a bit. He got a lot of ear wax and the piece she wanted gone out. It was like the size of half a pencil eraser and black! I Q-tip my ears every day, but I guess that even that doesn't prevent build up but could actually be worse by pushing the ear wax back.
I got antibiotics and today I'll probably go pick up the anti-dizziness medicine. I thought I could rough that out, like I try to do with everything else, but no.
Can't sleep, can't dream, can't stay still. My temp is 103. Still feel sick as a dog. I hope the medicine will work soon, because I don't want shell out another $250 to go back.