It sounded terrible. Something has found its way into my lungs. Every breathe irritated a build up and stirred a headache causing more coughing.
My body was aching. Pain in my head seemed to spread into more pain in my joints, muscles and normal functioning was uncomfortable on its way to being more and more sore. I groped for my cell phone.
As comfortable as I could get, I began canceling appointments, rearranging other meetings and contacted key people with whom I needed to meet. For one of those very rare times in my life I sent a note to my office that I would be taking two sick days.
Two speaking engagements loomed on the horizon. One was the next day. A second one was not only in three days but it would also require a plane flight to another state.
Just to be on the safe side, I called my medical clinic and scheduled a visit to a quick exam. Have not all of us been through enough illnesses to predict how things are going to pan out. I would be worse before I got better and maybe if I went to my doctor early enough then I could get some meds and shortchange the bug that was growing inside of me.
Like so many of my machismo brothers we self-diagnose and self-over-the-counter medicate until we break down and go in only to be told that we are getting better. We who are the sick ones know that we are getting better but the doctor’s office said that they had no openings until the next week. This time I was going in before I passed the worst of my illness.
My regular doctor was out of the office. They scheduled me with someone what had an opening. I was ushered into the waiting room by the nurse who took all of the preliminaries.
Then the P.A. came in. She was friendly, professional and knowledgeable. All of the symptoms were discussed and the test results showed no evidence of Flu or Strep.
Is it not amazing when serious options are eliminated and I cannot help but be a little disappointed? If it was neither the Flu nor Strep then there was nothing that the doctor could do! Rats, since the medical clinic cannot do anything to help my illness do I really have to fork over the co-pay? Yeah, it is a guy-thing.
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