I used to really like my doctor. He was cool, he listened, he has a good sense of humor. He doesn't listen anymore. I had an appointment Monday because he'd only OKd 10 days' worth of my Zyrtec, which he does to anyone who hasn't come in for a while. Well, late Sunday night into early Monday morning, J and I both came down with the same symptoms: coughing, fever, drainage, etc. Great timing for me, right?
Well... it would've been better if he listened a little better. I told him a few things, and only one (since he likes sports medicine) did he get right. 1.) I'd just gotten sick, here are my symptoms, etc. 2.) I wanted a new scrip of Zyrtec, since that's why I originally made the appointment. 3.) My heel'd been hurting to some degree or other for the last two months or so (I described the pain, etc.). 4.) My inhaler's at least 5 years past the expiration date, and though it still seems to work, I'd like to have a new one just in case.
He (probably correctly) diagnosed my heel as having a heel spur, and get me some anti-inflammatory along with telling me to get a specific kind of shoe insert (Dr. Scholl's Dynastep, if you're curious). That's fine. However, he didn't give me a new scrip for an inhaler, and he didn't give me a new Zyrtec scrip. Grr. The only other thing he listened to, was that I told him psuedoephedrin-based decongestants don't do anything for me, so he did prescribe (and give a bunch of samples) some stuff that, while it still had Guaifenisen (good, good stuff: helps with the coughing), contained a different decongestant. Didn't work any better, but he did try.
The worst: even though I specifically told him my husband and I got hit with it at the same time (meaning it wasn't likely to be bacterial) he prescribed a very, very strong antibiotic. I dunno if this was just-in-case or what, but (a) I don't think it helped, and (b) it screwed another part of my system up. I've spoilerized that below (which means text and background same color, and highlight with mouse to read). Don't read if you're squeamish or don't like TMI stuff!!!
I now have the 2nd yeast infection I've ever had in my life. And that's mostly why I'm still awake. Aaagh! The itching is just soooo... it's driving me bonkers, and has been most of yesterday in spite of already feeling miserable from the flu.
So yeah, I'm pretty pissed off. You just don't prescribe super strong antibiotics (Zythromycin; dosage: 2 the first day, 4 more once a day after that) "just in case". Considering the strong ones can kill off all the good bacteria in your system, leaving a person open for other things. It turns out we almost conclusively had the flu (well, still have; we're still getting over it). We were hanging out with J's family at his grandma's both Thanksgiving and the day after, and played a lot with Elizabeth (his almost-2 year old sister) and she came down with the flu Saturday.
Ugh. So now I'm wide fucking awake, and seriously thinking of having my shower now, then running to Walgreens for some medicine for the stuff above. Fuck going back to sleep, I'm not tired yet. I slept all damn day, and slept pretty well from about 8:30 to 1:30. Weird dreams, but well compared to the night before. And I was hungry, too, so I had some PopTarts. After I get a Zyrtec scrip out of him (he said I shouldn't take it while I'm clogged from being sick, 'cause it can have the opposite effect of decongestants), and maybe that new inhaler, I'm seriously thinking about switching doctors. He just doesn't listen the way he used to, and prescribed me something I very much didn't need, and didn't prescribe me things I do need.