Self diagnosis

I've lived long enough to know my body pretty well. I usually know what is wrong with it when it's not working properly. I've been sick for the last week. I called the Dr. yesterday in resignation that prescription drugs were going to be required to get back on track. A little prescription for a powerful decongestant and an antibiotic to kill the sinus infection.

I don't enjoy taking medicine to begin with. I fear that the more meds I ingest the less likely my body is to fight on it it's own in the future. It's a slippery slope. On one hand, you want to win the battle on your own, on the other, you want to be better. So, I made the call. Guess what? Prescriptions for antibiotics require a doctors visit.

The doctor isn't going to personally observe that you have an infection. I've never once in my life had a Dr. offer a spittoon or cup for me to provide a sample to be examined. How do they know live in person that you have an infection? You tell them. So why can't you tell them on the phone? Two hours to get in to see a Dr. spend 3.5 minutes with them and walk out with what?

A $115 doctor bill for the visit and prescriptions for the very two meds I asked for on the phone. What I have must be going around pretty well. The Dr. I saw had seen 15 people with the same problem earlier in the day. Hmmm... 15 x 3.5 is what? Close to an hour? So for an hour of work, they raked in over $1500. I'm not even going to comment on that.

Bottom's up. Mud in your eye. Cheers. Salute. Etc... OK, horse pills swallowed, I can get on with my day.