Meanderings: January 20, 2000

Thursday,
January 20, 2000

Imagine a deep, depressing sigh. That would be me, with my brand-new prescription nasal spray that, from the looks of things, isn't even as strong as the Sudafed nasal spray Lyndon brought back from the States on his last trip. The doctor is not convinced that this isn't a lingering aftereffect of the flu (even when I pointed out the fact that I had tender eardrums and was blowing green mucus out of my nose, which is usually a pretty good sign of a bacterial infection), and gave me the scrip.

I know that second-guessing docs is something that really infuriates doctors, but this is really infuriating ME. Lyndon went in with a recurring viral eye infection (one that had been diagnosed by doctors at the local eye hospital), and they gave HIM penicillin, which does dick to viral infections. I come in horking out green mucus and with sore ears, and they give me nasal spray. Yeah, thanks, guys, thanks a lot.

And to top it off, I'm walking into a shitstorm of work when I go in tomorrow. Ain't life great?

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