Antibiotics

Newsflash: I went to see a doctor.

Yeah, me.  Wow.  I hate doctors.  But I guess I hate losing  a battle against a sinus infection worse. Plus, I dragged Jon along for moral support because I always feel like I am going to be somehow attacked at the doctor's office. I go on alert; do  things like notice all the exits and entrances; just in case I need to make a hasty escape.

I had an immediate dislike of the staff; which seemed to consist of several underemployed nurses just gossiping about their personal lives while the people in the waiting room...well, waited.  They just weren't very nice or even, person-oriented.

Then, the questionnaire: really you need to know the date of my last pap smear? I have no clue. What the hell does it matter? I'm here for antibiotics. Oh, and you need the date of my last period? Ummm? I don't even know.  I feel like my period is my enemy and that when I least expect it, it attacks stealthily to make my life suck.

Oh, and then the cheerful Do Not Resuscitate form....am I going to die, do you think, in a general practioner's office while getting antibiotics?  But yes, if I am a permanent part of the vegetation I do not want any care given. Let me die.  Jon understands this. He's the same way.

Then, the form about where to send the prescription. I told the nurse I didn't know because I hadn't been to a doctor in at least 8 years and she just stared at me like I'd just told her I'd taken a hit of acid and that I was going to squash her head like I'd squash a spider. Very professional.

Jon went with me for moral support; which was good, because I would otherwise have bolted at this point.  People who have become conditioned to be so close minded that they can't even deal with others who defy convention frighten me. And, yes, society does condition people...brain washing them into believing something has to be a certain way or its not accepted by others. Ridiculous.

I learned the following:
1. I am fat...wow, what a bombshell. Yep, I know. I'm trying to fix this but my metabolism doesn't make it simple.
2.  My blood pressure is a bit high. Yep, but, then days of decongestants wouldn't help. And the being fat.
3.  And, hey, I do have a sinus infection. Wow.  Really? I believe I told you people that when you asked me why I was here...which isn't a very welcoming question, actually.

And there's more to the adventure.

I went to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription and the very nice, very helpful pharmacist explained that she was going to have to call the doctor's office because the medicine he prescribed had been recalled. No fault of his, really. Things happen.  So she called and got a nurse who was quite unpleasant.  When the pharmacist asked if she could speak with the doc, she was told "he's with patients."  When she asked about how long he'd be busy with patients, the reply was "it'll take as long as it takes."  Wow. Being snotty to a pharmacist. Someone needs to be fired.  Perhaps being unemployed for months and not being able to pay any bills or feed yourself would teach you to be nice to people.

So I went back home empty handed. Three hours later, when the nurse deigned to give the doc his messages, I get a call saying my prescription is ready! 

Too bad doctor's offices don't have to be operated like a real business and have customer satisfaction numbers on the bottoms of the receipts. But doctors are part of a system that want us to be good sheep and not question authority.

I suppose they are amazed when they find out a patient is not a "good sheep."

After three weeks of feeling miserable on and off, the antibiotics are making the uck go away.