Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Have you ever heard....

such hacking and gagging and coughing in your entire life?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Apparently, you've not been anywhere close to my house lately.

I've not been able to breathe well for the last couple of weeks. I didn't have a rescue inhaler, either. The one I found in my desk at The Office expired in March of last year. LAST YEAR!!!!! (Apparently, I don't clean out my desk enough.) And so I commenced with the wheezing.

It was when it reached a fevered pitch (last Thursday) and coupled with the coughing that I decided that maybe I should consult with someone who spent a few years in med school ending with a diploma.

So, I picked up BA and went to the HIMG's NowCare (urgent care). Beautiful people they have there. Although, I thought I was going to have to pick my nurse up off the floor she was laughing so hard. I didn't know someone so sick could be the source of such laughter.

Now, I don't know why these people seem to think that sick people enjoy getting on the scales when they already feel bad, but I for one do not! No, thank you! I'll just take 2 Little Debbie Boston Creme Rolls and call you in the morning!

I did tell her that I was going to do my best "4-year-old" tantrum complete with "I don't wanna's" thrown in for good measure. And I did. Then, she wrote my weight down wrong. I told her she didn't have to fix it - as long as she was allowing me to weigh less than what I really do. Nobody's going to get all bent out of shape over that. She took my temperature - and I surely did have a fever. It made it all the way to 101. She took my blood pressure. I told her that I would take "the Extra-medium cuff, please" because I wouldn't be treated in an office that had small, medium, and large cuffs. It would be small, medium, and extra-medium, thankyouverymuch.

She finished with her part of the 20-questions game and left me in that exam room to rot wait for the doctor. He wanted to swab my nose to see if I had the flu. (I'm thinking, "GREAT! I can't breathe out of my nose, it's constantly running and totally stuffed up, and he wants a nurse to stick a foot long Q-Tip up my nose! THAT'S FANTASTIC!") It turns out that Dr. I-did-not-introduce-myself-short-balding-man-in-a-yellow-shirt (because he didn't tell me his name) decided that I did not have the flu - yet he failed to tell me what I did have.

So, I was given a script for Zithromax and told to get it filled "TONIGHT!" and "TAKE THE FIRST 2 PILLS TONIGHT!" by Dr. Yellow-shirt and sent on my way.

Onward to Wally World to get the script filled. Yeah, right. By this time it's 7:45-ish and I wasn't sure what time they closed. So, I asked. The nice pharmacist lady told me that they indeed closed at 9, but that they weren't going to be working on anything that came in after a certain time because they already had cut off the amount of scripts that they would be filling and that I would be lucky if I got my script by 5 the next day. WHAT?!?!?!?!

Dr. Yellow-shirt would've had a fit! So, I went to BA's pharmacy. They had it filled in about 10 minutes.

Needless to say, I've been almost planted on the couch for the last few days. I did resurrect and make it to The Office yesterday morning - but it wasn't very fun. Today, if I tried, I could scare all of the people who call The Office and make them think that Fran Drescher works here. Teethy

Anywhoo, I'm almost out of breath now. I'm going to take a nap.

See you all later...