Wednesday, December 26, 2001

Hello, my name is Liberty and I’m a druggie…

At nine o’clock this morning I moaned pitifully to my husband, “My ears hurt.“  I’ve been sick for awhile, but it comes and goes often getting almost better before turning for the worse again.  This morning I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.  For heaven’s sake, we have insurance, why not take advantage of it?  So I plead with my beloved to make me an appointment (“..And HURRY… I’m dying!“)  After forty-five minutes on the phone first with my doctor’s office, then his (don’t ask how we ended up with different doctors, it’s a mystery to me) he ended up snagging me an appointment.  For fifteen minutes later.  Ack.

He prods me into wakefulness, and doing my best not to fall into a sobbing pile of self pity, I dress the baby and heave myself into the shower for a quick rinse (which is about all I had time for.)  We wind up being roughly fifteen minutes late for the appointment, but the doctor is charming and funny and he actually listens to me and he agrees with my decision to be a SAHM (who doesn’t love a man who agrees with them?) and my decision to hold off on treating ear infections until I was sure that’s what they were and… and well, he was just all around cool.  He gave me statistics and research, not just a bullshit, “This is what I say, this is what you shall do.“  And… instead of just saying, “Oh… you’re breastfeeding?  Well, take whatever drugs you want, it doesn’t matter…“ he looked up every single one before prescribing anything to me.

Talk about refreshing.  I felt better just seeing him.  Well.  Except my ears still hurt.  Minor infection, he said… the real pain is actually coming from my extremely red and swollen (and spotty) throat, where the nerves are so tender they’re irritating my ears.  He prescribed me Guiatuss AC liquid (Robitussin with motherfuckerawesome CODINE) for my horrific and persistent cough, and then - get this - SIX antibiotic pills.  Six.  And they’re relatively small.  I was anticipating 30 horse pills.  Oh no.  Zithromax works with just five doses… two pills the first day, then one each of the following four days.

I love this guy. 

I’ll love him even more if I actually feel better in a few days.  I’m tired of being sick.

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