Mr. M.D.
Now can you tell me, tell me, tell me,
What’s ailin’ me?”
My throat
oh my throat
Thursday morning I woke up and couldn’t swallow without great pain. Coughing was an act of personal torture. Talking was totally out. I had to go into work at noon so I picked up some throat numbing lozenges while I was out. I gargled with warm salt water. I drank pickle juice.
Friday morning I was a bit better but it was still difficult to swallow. With the help of the lozenges, tea with garlic, lemon, ginger, and honey, aspirins, and popsicles it improved during the day. I thought I was on the road to recovery.
Saturday morning dispelled that illusion. Saturday was the worst morning of all. Tea with garlic, ginger, honey and lemon, gargling with warm salt water, aspirins, and numbing lozenges weren’t doing the trick. I had to have medical attention. The sooner the better. At 7am I headed towards an urgent care facility. On the way I passed a closer one and turned around. They weren’t open yet so I went next door to Ground Up Coffee and Smoothies for a cappuccino.
I knew they were good because I’d been there before. The warm coffee soothed my throat and the two shots of espresso boosted my energy level dramatically. I finished the cappuccino and headed back to the clinic.
It took a while because I was a new patient but they got around to me in 20 minutes or so. The nurse called my name and hustled me off to examine room 1.
She took my temperature (99.8), blood pressure (140/90), oxygen level (98), and pulse (102). She swabbed my throat. I almost puked. Then she scurried away with her sample.
Pretty soon the doctor came along. He was friendly, out going, non-judgmental, and seemed to be a nice guy. I wish my GP was so cool. He was unhappy with the blood pressure and we talked about that for a while. When I mentioned the cappuccino, he went ‘OH’. And told me I shouldn’t drink those. He listened to my heart and lungs, looked in my throat, looked in my ears. He prescribed an antibiotic and a decongestant and labeled it strep throat. He said a nurse would be along with a steroid shot and my prescription.
It wasn’t long before she showed up and said drop your pants.
OH NO! Not a butt shot!
Maybe I should have worn underwear?
She gave me the shot and prescription slip and sent me on my way.
Think how much better my medical care would have been if I hadn’t been taking pictures, texting, and playing on facebook with my cell phone. roflmao
So what did I do next? I dropped off my prescriptions at the pharmacy next door and went back to the coffee shop for another cappuccino (sorry doc). I had to do something while I waited. Right?
After the shot and one dose of each medication I do feel a lot better. I was even able to eat soft food tonight. The real test will be in the morning. Keep your fingers crossed.
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