So I went to Urgent Care the other day.
Seeing as I haven't experienced any other medical facilities in any other place besides the sad example of a town I live in, I'll just explain what that is in case y'all don't have one. It's basically a Doc in the Box. The fast food version of visiting your sit-down restaurant of a family doctor. You go in, insurance or no, employment or no, money or no, for whatever ails you and wait forever to be seen with another 100 people by one of two-to-four doctors. It's not cool.
Anywhooo, I've been really sick the last couple of weeks, so I went. I sat around for two hours, watching babies annoy their mothers and old people complain about their lack of medical attention. Just when I was beginning to contemplate just leaving and dealing with the knife-in-my-throat pain, they finally called me back, and told me to "gown up". Like I was going out for the Sick and Broke People Army, and this was boot camp.
My doctor lady came in, and she was dope ass fly. Like, I would go out with this woman for drinks and make jokes with her if I could. When she opened the door, she was like, "I'm Doctor So-and-So" (I don't remember her name) "and I'm happy to be of service, whew, I need to sit, I'll rock out in the rocking chair. So what's up?" That salutation can be described in one word: AWESOME.
She asked me a few questions, listened to me breathe with her stethoscope, and came to the conclusion that I wasn't dying. Phew! She told me that she was going to send a nurse in to put me through a breathing treatment, and she'd be back with her absolute diagnosis and recommendation for treatment.
So this nurse guy comes in, and he was shady as fuck. His accent was thick as hell, so I could barely understand him. Starts making fun of my being sick, saying that I just need rest or whatever, that WHEW IT'S BEEN A BUSY DAY, he's so ready to go home. Yeah, I don't give a fuck, I'm sick, do your job.
He set up the vaporizer, hooked up the mouth piece, poured in the medicine, and tried turning it on. Nothing happened. Puzzled, he handed me the mouthpiece and told me to breathe normally. I did, and I just got air. Suddenly, he laughed and said, "Oh dag, din't plug it in, doll!" (I think. Like I said, it sounded like he had a marble in one of this molars).
That's right. He forgot to plug it in. Suddenly, I feel like my trust has been misplaced in this dude.
So he leaves (YAY!) and I do the treatment for about 45 minutes. I start to be able to breathe again. So far, so good.
Doctor Lady comes back and tells me, "What's happenin', cookie? All right, so here it is: I believe you have broncho-spasm with wheezing." What? That sounds like some sort of horrible pasta dish with a foreign cheese on the side. "It's not too bad. It sounds like you started out a little sick, and you have just been so worn down that it became worse. Not to worry." Oh dear god, I loved this woman. "You seem like a tough cookie, so I'm not going to keep you from work, but I want you to take your medication and relax as much as possible, okay?" Yes, ma'am!
So I end up prescribed with 4 1/2 medications. I say 4 1/2 because one of them was a "suggestion of addition" if I so chose. An inhaler, an antibiotic, a steroid (for my massively inflamed tonsils), and a cough suppressant with the option of Mucinex ($2 off coupon included). All to the tune of $63.80, and that's with my shitty insurance.
Other than the steroid for my throat making me vomit, I've been feeling a lot better. The coughing persists, but it doesn't hurt to swallow and I'm beginning to sleep a little better.
And that was my Urgent Care experience.
Hope y'all are healthy.
xoxo
Kavvykins
Seeing as I haven't experienced any other medical facilities in any other place besides the sad example of a town I live in, I'll just explain what that is in case y'all don't have one. It's basically a Doc in the Box. The fast food version of visiting your sit-down restaurant of a family doctor. You go in, insurance or no, employment or no, money or no, for whatever ails you and wait forever to be seen with another 100 people by one of two-to-four doctors. It's not cool.
Anywhooo, I've been really sick the last couple of weeks, so I went. I sat around for two hours, watching babies annoy their mothers and old people complain about their lack of medical attention. Just when I was beginning to contemplate just leaving and dealing with the knife-in-my-throat pain, they finally called me back, and told me to "gown up". Like I was going out for the Sick and Broke People Army, and this was boot camp.
My doctor lady came in, and she was dope ass fly. Like, I would go out with this woman for drinks and make jokes with her if I could. When she opened the door, she was like, "I'm Doctor So-and-So" (I don't remember her name) "and I'm happy to be of service, whew, I need to sit, I'll rock out in the rocking chair. So what's up?" That salutation can be described in one word: AWESOME.
She asked me a few questions, listened to me breathe with her stethoscope, and came to the conclusion that I wasn't dying. Phew! She told me that she was going to send a nurse in to put me through a breathing treatment, and she'd be back with her absolute diagnosis and recommendation for treatment.
So this nurse guy comes in, and he was shady as fuck. His accent was thick as hell, so I could barely understand him. Starts making fun of my being sick, saying that I just need rest or whatever, that WHEW IT'S BEEN A BUSY DAY, he's so ready to go home. Yeah, I don't give a fuck, I'm sick, do your job.
He set up the vaporizer, hooked up the mouth piece, poured in the medicine, and tried turning it on. Nothing happened. Puzzled, he handed me the mouthpiece and told me to breathe normally. I did, and I just got air. Suddenly, he laughed and said, "Oh dag, din't plug it in, doll!" (I think. Like I said, it sounded like he had a marble in one of this molars).
That's right. He forgot to plug it in. Suddenly, I feel like my trust has been misplaced in this dude.
So he leaves (YAY!) and I do the treatment for about 45 minutes. I start to be able to breathe again. So far, so good.
Doctor Lady comes back and tells me, "What's happenin', cookie? All right, so here it is: I believe you have broncho-spasm with wheezing." What? That sounds like some sort of horrible pasta dish with a foreign cheese on the side. "It's not too bad. It sounds like you started out a little sick, and you have just been so worn down that it became worse. Not to worry." Oh dear god, I loved this woman. "You seem like a tough cookie, so I'm not going to keep you from work, but I want you to take your medication and relax as much as possible, okay?" Yes, ma'am!
So I end up prescribed with 4 1/2 medications. I say 4 1/2 because one of them was a "suggestion of addition" if I so chose. An inhaler, an antibiotic, a steroid (for my massively inflamed tonsils), and a cough suppressant with the option of Mucinex ($2 off coupon included). All to the tune of $63.80, and that's with my shitty insurance.
Other than the steroid for my throat making me vomit, I've been feeling a lot better. The coughing persists, but it doesn't hurt to swallow and I'm beginning to sleep a little better.
And that was my Urgent Care experience.
Hope y'all are healthy.
xoxo
Kavvykins
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And also, glad doc in a box helped you out. I haven't heard the phrase/been to a "doc in a box" in like 10 years. It is however a lot easier to get the meds you actually need from them, if you know what they are beforehand and they're not Schedule 2.
I'm jealous for your non roommate situation.
Even when I had a mate. She drove me up the wall with HER way bullshit.