Last night when I went to bed, I decided that if I didn’t feel better by morning, I would have to go to a doctor and get myself fixed up so that I can get back tot aking care of the kiddos.. Luckily today was Todd’s scheduled day off so he was able to be home with the kids again while I “recover”. Well, at about midnight last night I came to the decision that as soon as the sun was up I was going to the doctor.. I felt just horrible.
I got up in the morning and called our doctor, and was told there was no way I was getting in there today. So I called another doctor, that I had been hoping to switch to eventually anyway.. and heard the same thing. The next option was to go to a walk-in clinic.. ******insert gigantic sigh here***
Walk-in clinics usually involve at least a 2 hour wait if not more, so I decided to take a risk and go to a doctor’s office very close to our house.. that’s in a strip mall with our dog’s vet and a real estate office, and a bar. And a sign that reads “Walk-ins Welcome”. Like a nail salon. Yes, I was desperate.
You see, I was just looking for a quick fix. Some antibiotics to make this infection go away so I wouldn’t pass it on to my kids and could get back to being able to swallow without feeling like a have shards of broken glass in my throat.
Was it a bad sign that the doctor had his street address spelled wrong on the door to the “establishment”? Perhaps. But I’m a risk-taker, and instead of being alarmed by the lack of patients in the waiting room, I proceeded. I filled out my forms hastily, just trying to decrease the amount of time that separated me from my antibiotics. The doctor himself accepted the forms back from me as the nurse checked her email on her blackberry. I had brought a book with me, just in case there was a long wait, but the book went uncracked in my purse.
After the nurse questioned me about my medical history, the doctor came in to proclaim that I had the worst case of tonsilitis that he had seen in a very long time. When I asked if it was swine flu (I had to ask, didn’t I?), he broke out in giggles, and said “I don’t think so, but there’s no way to know for sure. Even the CDC cannot know.”
Huh? Whatever. Just gimme my antibiotics please, I thought. The doctor asked me again when I started to feel sick (Sunday), and implied that the infection looked much older than that. Nice. Apparently, I have aggressive tonsilitis.
In the end, I got my antibiotics. I went to Publix on the way home to pick them up, where I counteracted the fact that Publix gives out free antibiotics by buying some ice cream. Hey, I gotta do what I gotta do.