I learned something about
myself today. I’m a little intimidated when I’m in a Doctor’s office. I went in today, after two weeks of
dealing with a cough that just won’t quit, and too many sleepless nights to
count. At last week’s visit, Dr. L thought she detected some wheezing, so an
inhaler and cough syrup with codeine was prescribed. Less that a week later, when the coughing was getting worse,
we tried a different inhaler along with some antibiotics, along with the
instructions that if I’m not feeling relief by the end of the week, come back
in.
My cough is so bad, I’ve
been banished to my son’s room at the other end of the hallway, so Jon can
sleep. I can’t say I blame him for
said banishment. I’m coughing so
hard my ribs hurt. Whenever I
laugh, or eat, or sleep, or breathe too deeply, I cough. I’ve tried every
combination of cough and cold medicine there is. I’m sure I’ve mixed things that should not be combined. But I’m desperate. I think I’m the only
person on the planet who is not knocked out by cough medicine with codeine. I just cough all night. Yes I’m using 23
pillows. Yes I’m drinking lots of fluids. Yes I’m eating chicken soup and tea
with honey. Yes I have a vaporizer going. Yes I’ve gone online and tried every
remedy suggested when you Google “how to stop coughing,” (Vicks-vapor rub on
the feet?? C’mon).
I went back in today, not
sure what the Dr. would find, only hoping it was something less nebulous than
something viral. I hate viral. There’s
little you can do with viral. Viral takes time. I want this over now.
Of course I don’t want it to be anything serious. Just something that will
go away with medicine.
Of course, the first thing
they do is get your weight. They
weighed me one week ago. I know what I weigh, even though I’d prefer not
to. So right to the scale we went.
When I told her we did this last week, she didn’t seem to care. Of course she
didn’t. She’s skinny. I’ll show her, I thought, and I ripped
off my sweatshirt and my watch (in the middle of the hallway, no less), as if
those would add some 5 extra, unwanted pounds. I wish I could convey the look of astonishment on her face
when I did this. Modesty was
nothing to me when additional pounds were at stake.
Next we went into the
examining room, where I sat at the end of the table with my feet dangling. I felt like a 10 year old. I think that’s done on purpose. You
will feel inferior with dangling feet.
After taking all the vitals, the Dr. comes in, and you have to explain
for the 53rd time why you’re there.
I know all this is common,
but I grew up in an extended family of doctors. It wasn’t unusual while hanging
at one of their houses to ask for a look in your ears or in your throat. Medicine simply appeared. If you needed something, you went to
the medicine cabinet, and there it was.
I remember during Rosh Hashanah dinner, lining up in Aunt Sue and Uncle
Sey’s bedroom for our yearly flu shots.
My High Holiday memories are of matzoh ball soup, brisket and flu shots. I remember before I went away to
college I asked if I could have a real physical in a real Dr.’s office. I
honestly thought I was missing something.
I breathed and hacked my
way through the examination, and was told my lungs actually sounded really
good! Of course they did. I was
given a prescription for some new medicines & more cough syrup, and the
sage advice to keep doing what I’m doing and be patient. It’s probably just viral and will take
time. Of course. The only good that came from the visit is that I actually
weighted 3 lbs less than my last visit.
I guess that’s what happens when all you eat is soup and tea. The virus diagnosis shouldn’t be a
total waste!
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