Doctors Are Just "Practicing"

When I left urgent care on Wednesday, the doctor told me to come back on Friday if I didn't feel any better.  The girl who called me yesterday to check on how I was doing a) told me I sounded horrible and b) told me to return today if I wasn't feeling any better.

I wasn't feeling better this morning, so Doug called at 8:00 this morning, when they opened to find out, since we were returning for a recheck and had a baby we didn't want exposed to all the illnesses, if we could make an appointment.  The girl said they don't take appointments, but that 12pm and 4pm were their slower times, so call before those times and perhaps we could get in faster.

As the morning proceeded, I was finding myself in more and more pain...and then I threw up.  It was about 11, but I had just fallen asleep, so I took some Zofran and went back to sleep for a while.

Meanwhile, Doug kept checking Weston's temperature and it was slowly elevating from about 98.2 to 99.3.  He was still coughing, but otherwise, seemed alright. 

Doug woke me up about 3:30 to tell me he talked to the urgent care and they told him now would be a good time to come in.  Therefore, I got dressed and we left.  When we got to urgent care, there were a ton of people in the waiting room, including a guy who was about 20 (and just along for the ride with someone else) that had absolutely no compassion for those of us that felt horrible and he was going to town on his phone, playing games and texting, with obnoxious noises.  There was also a couple with a little boy who was approximately 3.  He had a Tasmanian Devil shirt, which described him well.  He was acting crazy and running into things and people, including me.

While we were waiting in the lobby, Weston's eyes were starting to get watery and his temperature was above 100 degrees.  I asked Doug to take Weston to the pediatrician and get him seen before the weekend began.  It was Weston's first "sick" visit to the pediatrician and I wasn't able to go with him.  The pediatrician told Doug that Weston had the flu, but it definitely shouldn't get as bad as mine.  He was told to just keep rotating Motrin and Tylenol, but wasn't given any cough or flu medicine.  It broke my heart to find out that I had given my germs to Weston and made him sick.

I was eventually called back to see the doctor.  Unfortunately, it was a different doctor than I had seen on Wednesday.  This doctor's first words were, "You didn't give it enough time to run its course.  You shouldn't have come back yet."  He then asked me what the chest x-ray showed on Wednesday.  You mean the x-ray that wasn't taken?  So, I had chest x-rays and shortly thereafter, I was diagnosed with pneumonia and bronchitis, on top of the flu.  The doctor gave me antibiotics, which I probably should have been given on Wednesday, and I was sent on my way. 

I have taken the starter dose of the medicine and, after a shower, back to bed I go.  I'll be up in a while to take care of Weston and give him some Tylenol.  Since we both have the flu, I can finally snuggle with him.  I haven't held him in 3 days.  :-(  By taking care of Weston, I can also give Doug a little bit of a break, which will be good for him.  Poor guy has been trying to work, take care of us and the dogs for the past three days.

Hopefully a better week awaits us.