I'm not really dying. Honest.
I have just got back from yet another trip to the doctors. I am begining to think that I have that thing where you think that your ill all the time.. hypochonria
I have had a cough that has been gradually starting to annoy me.
So well meaning friends and several work collegues have pratically frog-marched me to the doctors.
There I sit in the waiting room, trying my hardest to hold the cough in. I really hate the stares people give you if you "look or act" ill in a doctors surgery... After all isn't that the whole reason that you are there?
My name gets called and in I bound as fast as my feet will carry me into the Doc's office.
Once there, it is like a huge relief and I start coughing away like a merry steam train.
"That sounds rough" The doc says. "let me listen to your chest".
As a young teenager I used to think that this was a doctor's way of seeing under my top..frightened the ever living daylights out of me that phrase. Now I just get on with it. Something about having children and losing dignity somewhere along the way I think.
I hoist up my top layer of clothing and feel the freezing cold air on my skin.
"It's cold in here" I complain.
"Breathe in and out slowly for me" was his reply.
He listens I get dressed and he starts typing away on his comp, filling in his notes. (I remember the days of notepads and things being written down... everyting is techy now).
He then turns to me and asks about the rest of my health "problems". (As I a note I have Diabetes. Not aware that I have any "problems" with my health other than that)
He then proceeds to take my blood pressure, order blood tests and offer me the flu jab.. which I have turned down. I generally try to avoid inflicting self induced pain on myself, if I can. After this he prints out several prescriptions for me, and hands me them.
"I only came in for a cough," was my bewildered reply. "Why have I got all these prescriptions as well?"
Apparently I have other medications that I should be taking in conjunction with the insulin tablets that I have been on for the last however long it is. The blood tests that he ordered are to check several functions of my interior.
I walked out of the chemist shop with more medicines than they had. I am now sitting at home reading labels and looking at the many different coloured tablets in amazement.
The doctor was very kind in telling me which each does, and why it is important to continue taking them. But, why only now? This was a question I asked him. To which his reply;
"These should have been issued in the begining when you was diagnosed. Someone has made a mistake somewhere"
That is the state of the health system.
And now I feel like a walking medicine cabinet. I only went there for a cough.. And you people who "forced" me to go.. You will be hearing from me =P
I have had a cough that has been gradually starting to annoy me.
So well meaning friends and several work collegues have pratically frog-marched me to the doctors.
There I sit in the waiting room, trying my hardest to hold the cough in. I really hate the stares people give you if you "look or act" ill in a doctors surgery... After all isn't that the whole reason that you are there?
My name gets called and in I bound as fast as my feet will carry me into the Doc's office.
Once there, it is like a huge relief and I start coughing away like a merry steam train.
"That sounds rough" The doc says. "let me listen to your chest".
As a young teenager I used to think that this was a doctor's way of seeing under my top..frightened the ever living daylights out of me that phrase. Now I just get on with it. Something about having children and losing dignity somewhere along the way I think.
I hoist up my top layer of clothing and feel the freezing cold air on my skin.
"It's cold in here" I complain.
"Breathe in and out slowly for me" was his reply.
He listens I get dressed and he starts typing away on his comp, filling in his notes. (I remember the days of notepads and things being written down... everyting is techy now).
He then turns to me and asks about the rest of my health "problems". (As I a note I have Diabetes. Not aware that I have any "problems" with my health other than that)
He then proceeds to take my blood pressure, order blood tests and offer me the flu jab.. which I have turned down. I generally try to avoid inflicting self induced pain on myself, if I can. After this he prints out several prescriptions for me, and hands me them.
"I only came in for a cough," was my bewildered reply. "Why have I got all these prescriptions as well?"
Apparently I have other medications that I should be taking in conjunction with the insulin tablets that I have been on for the last however long it is. The blood tests that he ordered are to check several functions of my interior.
I walked out of the chemist shop with more medicines than they had. I am now sitting at home reading labels and looking at the many different coloured tablets in amazement.
The doctor was very kind in telling me which each does, and why it is important to continue taking them. But, why only now? This was a question I asked him. To which his reply;
"These should have been issued in the begining when you was diagnosed. Someone has made a mistake somewhere"
That is the state of the health system.
And now I feel like a walking medicine cabinet. I only went there for a cough.. And you people who "forced" me to go.. You will be hearing from me =P
posted by Aiders or Aider1st @ 5:30 pm
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