
Once I graduated into the real world where staying home sick meant not getting paid or blowing vacation days instead of missing some stupid class that I wasn’t going to get anything out of anyway, I became a remarkably healthy individual. In the two and half years between when I started my job and this past Memorial Day, I had missed a total of four hours of work due to illness. Yet I was incapacitated for the first half of June with some awful, Ebstein-Barr-esque disease.
Then, I spent this past week crippled with some mysterious abdominal ailment. So bad that I actually missed two days of work and actually WENT TO SEE A DOCTOR ABOUT IT.
Now, for some people, I know that’s not a big deal. I know people for whom a case of the sniffles warrants a trip to the ol’ internist. But I was raised with an externally imposed stoicism about all things medical. Only three conditions during my youth warranted a trip to the doctor:
So, of course I have this internal voice trying to convince me that I’m being weak and frivolous with my poor insurance company’s meager resources. Nonetheless, I eventually got my parents’ Blue Cross Blue Shield’s permission to see a doctor.
After a brief consultation, he basically told me what I had been reading on WebMD earlier in the week. But unlike WebMD, he was also able to give me magic pills to cure what ails me. At least eventually. And I hope I’m never so weak that I have to see a doctor again!
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Was it mad cow?
melissa | 7.15.06 | 11pm
Huh, I was hoping, er thinking you were dead.
-k
Kelvin | 7.16.06 | 11am
OHHHHH - If my broken foot had been poking through my skin, then I would have gotten to go to the doctor?!? Now I understand . . . hope you’re feeling loads better.
Cristin | 7.16.06 | 1pm