JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A DOCTOR...

Ask me how my week went...DON'T ASK!!!
Here is a rundown. Grab your coffee as I tell you my tale.

Eight days ago I began to feel that something was brewing inside of me. You know that feeling. Throat starts to feel scratchy, etc. Well, I phoned my wonderful doctor and he told me that if it flared up over the weekend to begin taking antibiotics...moxypen 500 mgs three times a day.

No problem. I always have moxypen in the house...of course I do.

Saturday morning at five a.m. I couldn't breathe. Caught me in the throat. Now Friday and Saturday are no doctor days but there is always Magen David Adom ( our version of the Red Cross ) or the emergency rooms in any one of our four terrific hospitals, so I didn't panic.

But...by Sunday night when I couldn't breathe THAT'S when I started to panic. Whatever it was that I had triggered my asthma and I was in trouble.

I went to my husband...who is still sick with a terrible pneumonia and who, btw, I think infected me altogether...and told him to get up and drive me to our medical clinic near the shuk.

He did.

Now, of course you know it was pouring outside. Yahoo for the rain, but I could have waited for another day when I didn't have to shlep my poor bones outside. He parked the car and told me to let him know what was happening.

When I got to the fourth floor, I was next in line to see the doctor. Yahoo.

He took one look at me...listened to my heart and chest and immediately sent me to the nurse's station to be put on an inhalator. Yahoooooo, I could breathe again. Next came blood pressure/blood work/and a chest X-Ray. Ok. No problem.

In the meantime hubby went home and told me to call him. I didn't want him sitting out there in the rain either. Bad pneumonia remember?

So, now that I could breathe, I gaily went to the different stations to do the rest of the tests and then came back with everything to the doctor.

Dr: Hm, the blood work is not good.
Me: What's wrong with the blood work.
Dr: Not good.
Me: Is it dangerous?
Dr: Not good.

By that time I was getting a little nervous. But then I thought, 'Of course it isn't so great...I have some kind of terrible infection someplace that my body is waging war against.'

Dr: Something small in X-Ray.
Me: What?
Dr: The written results will be available tomorrow morning after ten a.m. Call your Dr. then. No, wait. I will call your doctor. No! Better still be at your doctor's tomorrow morning at ten.
Me: What's wrong? What do I have?
Dr: Your doctor will tell you in the morning.

And that my dear friends was all I could get out of him. So, knowing of course that I am dying, I phoned my husband to come get me and began mentally saying goodbye to everyone. What else could it be if I have to show up at my doctor's office in the morning without an appointment?

Needless to say I had a terrible night. Actually, I was simply beyond sad.

Seven-thirty in the morning, I phoned my doctor and his secretary (my great great great friend Joan) answered and listed to my panicy tale and got the doctor on the phone. He listened very carefully and said that it must be nothing maybe a touch of pneumonia and not to worry but to call him at ten.

I said, 'You know your Mama raised a nice kid?' He laughed.

Somehow, I made it till ten when I phoned back. Joan, by that time had recieved the printed readout of the X-Ray.

CLEAR CLEAR CLEAR AND PERFECT...HEART AND LUNGS!!!

So what the hell was that doctor talking about???

Once I realized that I had my life back again and was back among the living I started to cry. Of course I did.

I phoned Bubbie Channah and told her. This is what she said: 'Marallyn, just because he is a doctor do we know where he graduated in his class?'

Yeah, Bubbie Channah!

At first I thought of lodging a complaint about that doctor. But the truth is that except for scaring me to death, he changed my meds to brilliant stuff and took really good care of me in the clinic.

So, my adivice to any of you out there who might run into a new doctor at a clinic...don't ask him any questions. Just smile and say thank you and phone your doctor in the morning to get the results.

Thank you God...thank you God...thank you God.

Shabbat shalom. Don't get too close...the cough is really scary and hurts and I don't want to share this with any of you. OH. Upper Respiratory Infection plus asthma and sinus complications. My tray next to my bed looks like the pharmacy downtown. But who the hell cares...i CAN BREATHE...I CAN BREATHE!!!

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.