Antibiotics

I’ve suffered. My body has been abused, shattered, and yes, violated by physicians. I went to the hospital three times this past week, and one or two of those visits was to urgent care. I suffered one long night of pain; for days I woke up hourly with the soaked shirt.

Today, Wednesday, is my first day back at work since last Tuesday. I can’t remember which day Easter was, but it was in there somewhere. Thank God, Nicole came to visit me for the Easter weekend and ended up being my nurse.

I have a list of three doctors to avoid in the future. They all contradicted each other. I can’t describe the acts that two of them performed upon me. I can’t describe what one of them proposed to do to me. I told him no, went home without cooperating, and fortunately began recovering on my own. And Thank God for the antibiotics that one of the doctors absentmindedly scribbled a prescription for.

I don’t remember much. Nicole bought me my first thermometer. I told her, “Those doctors don’t know so much! I went to college! I have a degree!” Nicole said, “A degree?! You’ve got a temperature!” (Just kidding, that’s a stolen joke) I remember that we watched the miniseries “Shackleton” and the movies “Brazil” and “Room with a View.”

There’s more but it must wait for my next post.