Take 2 & Call Me in the A.M.

So I had to go to the doctor today.  I have had a good bit of ear and throat pain over the past 4-5 days…maybe longer.  I have been trying to get better but it just hasn’t happened.  So I went ahead and called in sick (since I felt like a steamy pile of junk).
I finally got to the doctor with my 2 year old accomplice and entered the waiting room, signed in and then the fun began.
‘Thias decides that he didn’t want to go with daddy after all, but it was too late.  He squealed for a moment and after some bribery of promises of trading sweet treats for good behavior, he was content.  After all, we brought a Hot Wheels with us.  After about 45 minutes in the waiting room, I was finally called to the back.
We went to the weigh-in station.  Then to the exam room One.  We were there about 10 minutes, then off to exam room Five.  Where we wait…
Thirty minutes later (yes, that means we had already been there for about an hour and 25 minutes) the doc? comes in.  No white coat?  No badges?  Just a clipboard and a pen.  She peers in my ears and down my throat.
“Yep!  Pretty red down there in your throat” she says.
“Uhm…yes, ma’am.  My throat has been hurting for a while” I exclaim.
“Hmmm… I guess that would explain it.  Well, I’ll get you some x-rays and a blood count” she replies.
X-Ray?!?!?  What for?  I didn’t sneeze so hard that I broke my face.  My nose wasn’t broken…it was just stuffy and sick.  Geez!!!
The x-ray confirms what I already know.  What I already told the nurse.
 
YOU HAVE A REALLY BAD SINUS INFECTION…

Uhm, relief?  So she says, “Alright, well we’ll get you a steroid shot, antibiotic shot, and some antibiotic pills.”

And then the question.  “So will those shots be in my arm?” (I ask since my son was still in the room with me and I was hoping to NOT scar him for life.)
She smiles gingerly and says, “Oh, no.  They’ll have to be in your backside.”

So within a few minutes, the nurse comes in and pokes the needles in my hind quarters.  ‘Thias just watched in amazement.  I just smiled and talked him through it.  I think he was afraid that he was going to have to get the shots too.  I assured him that he was not in danger.

So… not that I am home and the shots are starting to kick in, my backside hurts and I’m quite dizzy.  I just look forward to feeling better soon.

As ‘Thias and I left, he said, “Daddy…cookie.”  I indulged him.  He did pretty well for just over two hours in the doc’s office…well, thanks to YouTube.

Until next time…

MTP

Author: Michael C

Follower of Jesus Christ. Husband of one woman. Father of four. Worshipper. God has been continually molding me into a worship leader over the last 21 years. I am on a musical journey with my family to become more like Christ. Join in!

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