You know that old adage doctors make the worst patients.
Well medical students are worse.
Essentially, I did everything except stop breathing today- but I came pretty damn near close. And I still didn’t want to go the doctor. (Said truth: I hate going to the doctor, like really HATE it).
After about 2 hours of non stop coughing, gasping for breath, and hoping that the damn albuterol would kick in (it never did) I reserved myself to the inevitable. I was going to have to be a victim of the Polish healthcare system.
Asthma + Infection: 1 Me: 0
When I did finally go they were way to nice too me. (I really could have probably used one of those cranquis comebacks- “stupid, stupid, stupid”)
To be fair, it has been way worse before and for months at a time. My mother doesn’t believe in going to the doctor. When I was 11 I spent half the summer concentrating on breathing because when I told her I couldn’t breathe she wouldn’t listen. I finally had to get a physical for school and I think the pediatrician jumped back 10 feet when she heard my lungs. It was a definite, “I told you so” moment. (Keep in mind I’ve had asthma since I was 7, my mother still thinks I’m faking it).
Anyways, back to tonight. I like drugs, drugs are nice. Did they help 100% no, but I’ll tell you what it sure beats suffocating.
Of course then I’d have an excuse not to take my final on Saturday, hm….that’s a hard one.