so i was at the doctor for ... four fucking hours. they gave me two breathing treatments, a shot of adrenyline, another breathing treatment, a shot of steroids, steroids to take home, two inhalers and they want me to come back tomorrow. i have only had 10 cigarettes since 7 this morning, down from 2 packs a day. i don't feel any better. and i'm about $150 poorer. and i have shit to do tomorrow, and no time for another, "hmmm, does this make it better? no? well let's do it again, then. and again. and again." session.
i think they think i have SARS. i definitely forsee an upcoming trip to the emergency room. not that it's an emergency- i'm not in reseritory arrest here. i just can't get a full, deep, breath. but, who knows. and i can't not go back to the doctor, because what if it is serious? so i wait, and thus, y'all wait, for further poking and prodding for a proper diagnosis.
i think they think i have SARS. i definitely forsee an upcoming trip to the emergency room. not that it's an emergency- i'm not in reseritory arrest here. i just can't get a full, deep, breath. but, who knows. and i can't not go back to the doctor, because what if it is serious? so i wait, and thus, y'all wait, for further poking and prodding for a proper diagnosis.
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You have to get better, if you get real sick im gonna be wicked pissed. I will do something terrible and spiteful, and dont think i wont =). BTW flirting with the doctor, male or female, always seemed to make my trips more interesting, maybe you could have fun doing the same!