I was one of those kids growing up that seemed to always be dealing with some sort of sniffle. If it wasn't allergy related it was ear infections or chicken pox. In fact I got so used to having ear infections that most times I didn't even tell my mom about them because I knew I'd have to be taken to the doctor's office for a SHOT. I HATE SHOTS!!! So, I'd just wait it out till it went away. I have since learned that wasn't the best strategy since I had to have my ear drum rebuilt seven years ago do to the large hole in my ear drum from so many unchecked ear infections.
So, it's not too surprising with this history that I self-medicate and when all else fails finally drag myself to the doctor's office.
At this time every year the flowering trees in our yard wreak havoc with my sinuses. So, out comes what ever allergy medicine I have to combat the flying pollen. Most times it works, except this year. For two weeks I've been hacking my head off and scaring everyone with my inflamed eyes. It took going three nights without sleep to get my butt in the doctor's office. Guess what, I have bronchitis.
Go figure?! Having been prescribed an inhaler which has made life so much better, I'm left wondering why it takes me so long to go to the doctor.
I have yet to leave the doctor's not feeling better. Why after thirty-six years does it still take me being beyond miserable to get the much needed help? Am I afraid of wasting the doctor's time if it's not serious? I don't have a problem calling my sons' pediatrician when they get a little sniffle but it takes being miserable for me to go.
Things that make you go hmmmmm.
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