It started last Saturday with a sore throat. Isn't that how these things always start? With a sore throat? Little by little, I just ran down ... and by Tuesday it felt like someone parked a small automobile on my chest.
So Tuesday night, I drove over to Springfield Clinic's Prompt Care on 7th Street. It was like a scene right out of a free clinic in 1960's Haight Ashbury ... babies screaming ... everyone coughing. There must've been at least a dozen people waiting in front of me ... each one was more pissed off than the last.
A little over two hours later, I was driving to Walgreens, prescriptions in hand. They didn't think it was pneumonia yet. But I still got a stern "talking to" for waiting so long to see a doctor.
My only argument is that there's no "good" time to go. If you go too early, then they tell you it's just a cold. If you wait too long, they ask why you didn't come in sooner. There's like a six hour window that's just the right time. Sounds like I overshot the window by about two days.
I do want to share one valuable piece of information with you. If you're given a prescription for cough syrup with codeine ... spring for the $2.99 and get it flavored at Walgreens. I don't care how old you are ... spring for the $2.99. It's like night and day.
Bad medicine is what I need
Shake it up, just like bad medicine
There ain't no doctor that can
Cure my disease
Bon Jovi - Bad Medicine