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ow.
Slight but increasing summer cold symptoms escalated until this morning I was confident enough in the self-diagnosis of a sinus infection to use the nifty e-mail-your-doctor function and ask them to pretty please call in a prescription to the pharmacy, ideally without having to see me -- it's not like I haven't dealt with chronic sinus infections for years (though not as often recently, huzzah), and inconveniently, today is the last day of my current medical insurance; the new plan kicks in tomorrow, where they don't know me and will be, I suspect, less likely to take my word for it, at least for a while.
By late morning I was getting antsy -- as one gets when one doesn't feel well -- and poking around the website I found that my e-mail had not landed in my sent-mail box, and thus had presumably not gone through. Not okay! So I called the advice number and begged, and they told me they'd send the note to my doctor's office and I should call again if I hadn't heard back in two hours. Two and a half hours later, I called the pharmacy and nothing had been called in for me; so I called the advice number again, and they put me on hold and returned to tell me the doctor was calling in the scrip as we spoke. (Translation: someone at the doctor's office went "Oh! Right!" and hurried up. [g])
So I have a five-day course of antibiotics and a special kind of woozy nasal spray and that's good, because after a day of OTC dosing the symptoms and the first double-dose of the -mycin and the first spritz of the spritzer and an impromptu nap on the couch, I feel worse than I did this morning. On top of which when I'd put the yogurt in the refrigerator I stood up and hit my head on the freezer door handle.
By late morning I was getting antsy -- as one gets when one doesn't feel well -- and poking around the website I found that my e-mail had not landed in my sent-mail box, and thus had presumably not gone through. Not okay! So I called the advice number and begged, and they told me they'd send the note to my doctor's office and I should call again if I hadn't heard back in two hours. Two and a half hours later, I called the pharmacy and nothing had been called in for me; so I called the advice number again, and they put me on hold and returned to tell me the doctor was calling in the scrip as we spoke. (Translation: someone at the doctor's office went "Oh! Right!" and hurried up. [g])
So I have a five-day course of antibiotics and a special kind of woozy nasal spray and that's good, because after a day of OTC dosing the symptoms and the first double-dose of the -mycin and the first spritz of the spritzer and an impromptu nap on the couch, I feel worse than I did this morning. On top of which when I'd put the yogurt in the refrigerator I stood up and hit my head on the freezer door handle.