Feeling Human Again

I took Monday & Tuesday off work and went in on Wednesday. That was a mistake. I felt like hell the whole day and ended up feeling worse than when I started. On Tuesday I made a Herculean effort and went to the drugstore. Got all the way there and realized I'd forgotten my wallet. I think I can say, without hyperbole, that returning home, getting my wallet, and going back to the drug store was the most difficult thing any human being has ever accomplished. Then I ended up picking the wrong stuff anyway. Stupid NyQuil and its similar looking packaging. I've taken enough NyQuil, DayQuil, NeoCitran and Extra Strength Tylenol in the last 4 days to kill all the horses in a mid-size stable.

Today I went to a walk-in clinic. There's one fairly close to home so I walked up there. It of course was closed and nobody else in the building had any idea what their hours were. Great. I walked home, picked up the car and drove to a clinic at Bloor and Sherbourne. I was lucky that there was only one person ahead of me. About 8 people walked in shortly after me and at the pace that clinics work I would guess at least 3 of them are still there. I wouldn't say the doctor there was the best I've ever visited. He would state symptoms and then respond skeptically when I confirmed feeling them.

"Do you have a fever?"
"Yes."
"Really? Does it hurt when people poke your face?"
"People don't poke my face that often but yes it does."
"Really?" poke, poke, poke.
"Yes."

Even if I didn't have a sinus infection that would bother me. Why do doctors do that? Aren't they supposed to ease the pain rather than cause it? "Patient complains of pain in testicles after knee to groin."

I finally got the prescription, got it filled and went back home to load up on medication. After a nap I woke up without the searing pain in my head (it was reduced to a light throb) and a nose not quite so stuffed up. Who knows what tomorrow holds. Perhaps I'll be back up to my regular eating schedule of once every 45 minutes.