Here we are again: another nasty winter, yet another child to pass his germs along to me, and said child causing even less sleep than I had before thought humanly possible to survive. (Does that sentence make sense? I am not sure, and equally unsure that I care...)
And I would like to announce my annual bout of hurty ears/swollen glands/feels-like-broken-glass-when-I-swallow throat. (See this post. Wow, I was quite a good bit funnier when I only had three children, wasn't I?) Since I seem to have been pregnant for the past eight years (or at least close to it), and since I have had three different primary care physicians run away from the practice I went to, I have no doctor.
I briefly considered, while hauling three of my four children to the pediatrician THREE times in the past two weeks, begging my dear Dr R for antibiotics for ME (I don't care if it tastes like cherry instead of orange, even, see how easy I am? How could he resist?) but I managed to manfully act like an adult and just procure a thousand and one prescriptions for my germy, snotty, cough-y children.
After shivering through the night Sunday, I thought about the new urgent care center that just opened right across the bridge. The one that is on the way to the grocery store, the one with oodles of free parking right outside its door, the one with a doctor in attendance twelve hours a day. And this morning, after self-medicating with Motrin and Excedrin and whiskey-in-tea all last night, I hooked a quick left instead of continuing past Go to the grocery store and handed over my brand spanking new insurance card (MY co-pays went up this year, you?) and was seen by a bona fide doctor (although at this point I don't care if he only played one on TV). He poked around in my ear and said what every doctor who has ever done that says: "Huh. Adults USUALLY don't get ear infections. Oh. But, I see..." and wrote me a lovely scrip for amoxicillin. He also recommended judicious use of Sudafed, but hey, judicious schmudicious...
And know what? The words "Magic Swizzle" NEVER passed his lips.
Must be because he was older than 18, or maybe 'cause he was a REAL doctor.
Or maybe I am scarier than ever.
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*Irish proverb (natch)
9 comments:
We've had a long run of sickness the past few months at our house too. I was actually just thinking about how it's been almost two weeks with no one sick...I am now knocking on every wood surface in sight. Anyway, I hope the medicine (however you define medicine!) clears it up for you and your family soon.
Ya know...
I just love you. And this post.
Feel better ASAP.
Dude! Get well soon! We are all in allergy hell over here, hoping it doesn't turn into something worse.
I've had ear infections every Winter for the past three years.
Separated at birth.
I even burst my eardrum once.
I know. Over-achiever.
I was taking Sudafed for my sinus woes and my milk supply decreased. Thank god for fenugreek.
I hope you feel better soon.
I think we had the same primary docs, and I ran through all three until there were none like you. Hope the amoxicillin does the trick. I've hit up that urgent care clinic since last spring, the longest I ever had to wait was 15 minutes, unlike the closed up primary care practice. And that darn practice could never fit me in for urgent care visits, they always recommended going to the ER instead. Yeah, I'll pick up my kids from school and schlep them over to the ER with me, delightful.
I hope you feel better soon. I've been lucky with my doctors -- they stay -- it's the hairstylists I can't keep.
If only you knew a doctor... if only you had her home AND cell numbers...
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