Ow & Wow

If you go back to Saturday's post you'll see that I was feeling pretty icky. Shortly after writing that entry, I decided to go to a local "doc in the box" rather than the hospital on post. I knew that a sinus infection isn't as serious as a broken bone, motor vehicle accident or sick child. Plus, we had somewhere to be at 6, I hadn't showered & risking a 3-4 hour ER visit just wasn't worth it.

Maybe it should have been. I've been to this particular doc in the box several years ago when Sunshine was a baby. Her friend was treated there for Roseola (his mom decided 3-4 hrs at the ER wasn't worth it either!) & she suggested I get Sunshine in there ASAP as it's highly contagious. My memory tells me it was clean, the staff was friendly & they discovered that Sunshine didn't have Roseola, but a double ear infection.

How things change in 5 years.

The staff really wasn't very friendly. Excuse me? Copay what? The PAs were complaining about the facility's owner & how they disliked working there---which I could hear behind the closed door of my exam room. Which was dismal. I'm not expecting a lavishly decorated room, but something better than where I found myself.

I admit to being "spoiled" by military medicine. No copay, no charge for meds, facilities that are clean. Crazies asking for smokes in the ER. Picking up your meds in the same building.

Sure enough I had a sinus infection & was given a prescription for Augmentin ($3 at the local Walgreens--apparently our insurance saved me $70. Really? ) which has been leaving me feeling worse than before I started it. Sunday was a day of learning as the directions say to "take with food" which I took to mean "take shortly before eating" or even "take on a full stomach". No, sir! It meant "take immediately after taking your first bite, exactly 12 hours after your last dose. Not 11 hours, not 13. Do not pass go. Go directly to antibiotic jail." I was so ill most of Sunday & into Monday that I was starting to question whether Ms. Disgruntled PA had given me too high of a dosage.

And then there was THE game. Oh, the game, the game, the game. I get Bill Belichick's decision to bench Wes Welker for his stupid smack talk & honestly think more coaches (I'm looking at you & your jowels Rex Ryan!) should do so. That kind of bravado really takes away from the game. I get him finally getting that you MUST wear whatever sweatshirt that got you there (suspicious much?!) & applaud his hoodie. What I don't get is why Tom Brady's insecure, panicked doppelganger consistently shows up to play in playoff games! No Super Bowl Party at our house this year. Truth be told, I was on the fence about having one if the Pats made it. Like Belichick, I wear my game clothes (yoga pants, a t & hoodie) & didn't know if I wanted to subject my guests to that. Unless it was a "come as you are" Super Bowl Party. Hmmm, something to consider for next year.

Because as a Red Sox fan, I learned very early that there's always next season.