I've been having really bad allergies for the past week. On Friday I blew my nose and TMI warning, the mucus was a little green. The term, sinus infection, immediately sprung into my mind.
A couple of years ago (I thought it was just last year until the doctor corrected me) I had a sinus infection. I didn't know it at the time until I went to the doctor. My lymph nodes were swollen and had me looking all ugly so I went in. The doctor berated me for not taking my allergy medicine daily and told me how sinus infections can turn deadly if not treated right away. Hence, my urgent need to see him this time around. I like living.
Anyway, I braced myself in prepartion for him yelling at me again for not taking my allergy medicine. But he didn't. He just asked questions about my symptoms. Okay, granted I only blew my nose that one time on Friday when it was slightly green. Well, there was one other time over the weekend when it actually looked bloody. But I didn't tell him that. And then he asked the color of my loogies (Okay, that's gross, I know. I couldn't even remember what the doctor called it, but I know he didn't say loogie. I don't even know how to spell loogie.). And I don't know why I lied, but I said mostly clear, sometimes green, even though I haven't even coughed up any loogies.
So he prescribed some medicine without even doing a swab or looking inside my mouth or anything, all going by what I told him. I was hoping for amoxicillan because that stuff tastes great. Oh, that and the fact that I already took about two tablespoons of my son's old amoxicillan the night before in hopes of curing myself faster. But he prescribed something else.
I don't know why I always feel the need to lie to my doctor or withold information. I think it's because I don't want him to yell at me or think I'm dumb. As the husband would probably tell me (and has), "Well, don't do dumb things then."
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