Tuesday,
March 18, 2003
I have such a good doctor
As you know, Bob, I've been feeling crappy for the past week. By now, I should have been feeling better -- instead, I still felt like the walking dead, and there was a green mucus sighting this morning, which is usually indicative of a bacterial infection. Since 1) today is Lyndon's last day at TBS and I wasn't sure if his medical coverage ends tomorrow or Sunday (the OFFICIAL last day of everyone getting laid off in this wave), and 2) I REALLY didn't want to have this turn into something nastier and incur an expensive doctor's visit or ER trip after the insurance went bye-bye, I decided to go into the doc's office today and get checked out.
Now, I've been going to Dr. Allen since I got here, and he's always been a real sweetie -- not many doctors would compliment you on the color of your hair when removing a mole from your scalp. So I explained what was going on, he looked up my nose, listened to my lungs and announced that yep, I have a bacterial infection and he's writing a scrip for a Z-pak.
We then start chatting about why I wanted to come in today. He said if there was anything else that I needed before the insurance went away, to say so now so that he could write the necessary prescriptions, and that he was giving me two refills on the Z-pak in case of reinfection or other infections down the road so that I wouldn't have to come back in (he knows my medical experience and that I'm not going to jump on antibiotics unless I'm sure it's a bac infection). What a nice guy.
He then confirmed that my current Synthroid level was doing the trick, and escorted me to the door. "If you do have to come back, I'm a lot cheaper when paid in cash," he said jokingly. Which is fine with me -- Lyndon will get six months' worth of free COBRA coverage from his ex-employer, but that means we will have to pay for medical expenses upfront and get reimbursed for them. If Dr. Allen is cheaper in cash, I'll pay the nice man cash.
So I'm home, with antibiotics coursing through me and a huge glass of orange juice at my side. Hopefully, I should be feeling perkier any time now.
Five hours later. . .
Wow. I am. Not 100% yet, but that deadly lethargy is gone, man.
Antibiotics Are
My Friends.