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Friday, January 21, 2005

The first day in another sucky 4 years...

Oh well.
Anyway...I seem to be getting better. I think. I don't want to jinx anything, but I do think I'm getting better. I fortunately had Wednesday off (it was my holiday), so I was able to get some stuff done, including making a visit to my Dr's office.
The Dr I saw on that day is one that I've only met once before. She's my primary and actually she's the one that recommended my Ob/gyn that I know feel like I know pretty well. The last time I saw this Dr was last January when I had a physical as a new patient. This Dr (Dr J) is the first American doctor I've ever had. Seriously. Growing up, my doctor was Indian. Then, when I was at college, the doctor there was from Wales. My doctor after that was Chinese. Then she left and got another Chinese doctor to take her place. The second Chinese doctor seemed to be very sweet, but I couldn't understand anything she said. She had a very thick accent. It got to the point that after I'd visit her, I'd realize that I only got about a third of what she said. That's not a good thing when your health is involved. Besides the communication problem, I also started to really dislike the office/clinic she was at. The receptionists were always in a hurry, seemed bothered when you came in, and I just realized...I didn't like it there. So, I did some searching around and heard of Dr J. She seemed kind of cool. She's from Texas and from what I could tell she seemed open to different kinds of alternative medicines, etc. She seemed like a different kind of doctor than what I was used to. And...probably what I like most about her, is that her office is the first floor of this really beautiful, huge Victorian house near the ocean. And when you go into the house, there's classical music playing and water to help yourself to. There's only a receptionist and I don't even think I've ever seen a nurse there before (I've only been twice). It's very small and quaint and definitely does not have the clinic-y feel to it. Dr J still has an accent (so pretty much all of my doctors my whole life, except for my Ob/gyn, have had accents), a Texan one I think, but I can understand her a whole hell of a lot better than doctors in the past.
So...having said all of this, I do like Dr J. But Wednesday was a whole different story.
First of all, I was very sure to get there early. I always try to be every where early (something my father instilled in me), especially doctor's offices. My appointment was at 11, I got there ten minutes early. When I walked through the door, the receptionist told me she'd be with me in a moment, so I could take a seat. So, I took a seat and waited. I waited for an hour! I have never in my life really waited that long at a doctor's office. I couldn't believe it.

Anyway...after all of the waiting, Dr J finally came in and spent all of about four and a half minutes with me looking at my ears and throat. She gave me what I wanted (a prescription) and I was out of there. I couldn't believe it.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

The worst is over, I think

It's been a busy last couple of days, even though I've kind of been down for the count.
So, of course, I was totally sick for the whole weekend. That sucks. I really wanted to do something, go somewhere, you know? I felt like I hadn't had a weekend in a while between unwanted houseguests, etc. But no. This last weekend was filled with cough drops, tissues, and movies on HBO, IFC, and Lifetime.
Then on Monday I somehow managed to get my butt into work. I kind of had to. Being a holiday, we were expecting masses of people (didn't really happen) and I was the supervisor du jour. So...I went in. Between a possible fever all day and trying to be sneaky (trying to watch/catch a possible co-worker stealing...I may get into this later), I was just about dead at the end of the day. Oh yeah...I also realized that I might have had a little too much decongestant for the day. One pill should last for 12 hours...I had two. I won't be letting Mr. Husband serve me my meds without checking the label first myself. He doesn't like to read directions. Anyway...when I got home on Monday, I immediately peeled off my clothes and got into a hot, hot tub with strawberry bubbles and had a glass of wine. Yes, this was before I realized I had too much drugs. I felt good after. I thought that maybe I was feeling better.
So, Tuesday I went into work, after having a horrible night of sleep. Everytime I was starting to fall asleep, I would wake myself up coughing. Yesterday morning started off pretty decent. But then sometime after nine in the morning, my head started to really plug up. And then from there it just got worse. At one point while blowing my nose, my right ear plugged up for 40 minutes. One of my co-workers noted on how swollen my glands were. And then there was the part were I felt like I had the hugest glob of mucus right behind my throat.
It was pretty bad.
That was the point when I decided to call the Doctor's office for an appointment. I had been putting it off, didn't want to go.
Of course, today I kind of feel better.
UGH!
If only they'd been open when I needed them to be on Monday.
So, that's what I'm going to be doing, going to the Doctor's and feeling kind of goofy because now I don't feel as sick. I feel like that when I go to see the Doctor, I've got to be near death's door. You know, to kind of make it worth it.