I can barely breathe. My cough is so bad people are asking me if I have pneumonia. They tell me I sound horrible. I cannot imagine going to that darn ER and waiting for hours and hours hacking like this. I call my doctor, but of course, they have no hours. I call urgent care and get an appointment. Check in is quick and they take me right back. The nurse swabs my throat for strep and I wait for the doctor to come in. I half expect her to throw me out, tell me I have a cold and its a virus and I am a wimp go home. If I could breathe better, I wouldn't have come. I am completely uncaring.
The doctor is an older woman. She is quiet and gentle, checks me out, then excuses herself to check the strep results. She reenters and tells me I do not have strep, but I do have a bad case of bronchitis. Because of my chemo she is giving me both an inhaler to help the lungs be less irritated and swollen and a Z Pack of antibiotics. I am validated! I was right to come. I thank her and head for the pharmacy.
After I collapse back home, I take my medicine, ever so grateful that I could go to urgent care and that I could afford the prescriptions. I fill a tall glass with ice and water, thankful thankful thankful for cold water and a comfy chair. Then I put on a Monk DVD and veg. Within seconds of using the inhaler, I can breathe easier, though the hacking cough takes considerable time to calm down. Maybe tonight I will be able to sleep. That would be nice. God is good and I am ever so grateful. I doze on and off until Drew comes home, then go to bed.
The doctor is an older woman. She is quiet and gentle, checks me out, then excuses herself to check the strep results. She reenters and tells me I do not have strep, but I do have a bad case of bronchitis. Because of my chemo she is giving me both an inhaler to help the lungs be less irritated and swollen and a Z Pack of antibiotics. I am validated! I was right to come. I thank her and head for the pharmacy.
After I collapse back home, I take my medicine, ever so grateful that I could go to urgent care and that I could afford the prescriptions. I fill a tall glass with ice and water, thankful thankful thankful for cold water and a comfy chair. Then I put on a Monk DVD and veg. Within seconds of using the inhaler, I can breathe easier, though the hacking cough takes considerable time to calm down. Maybe tonight I will be able to sleep. That would be nice. God is good and I am ever so grateful. I doze on and off until Drew comes home, then go to bed.
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