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We're a bunch of sickies
January 22, 2014 - Stephen Browne
I've been coughing for weeks now, to the point my co-workers are giving me dirty looks.
So is my son. My daughter not so much, but she complains about unspecified chest pain. Possibly hereditary something-or-other as her mother said she had something similar in her childhood that they never did quite figure out.
I finally hauled us all in to the clinic where they put my son on a three-day once-a-day antibiotic regimen.
For my daughter they referred us for a pulmonary function test.
Then after listening to my chest they sent me to x-ray and went, "Hmmmmm," at a dark spot in the lower corner of one lung.
"Well, we don't know if it's pneumonia or not but we'll put you on medication just in case," said the nice lady doctor.
One pill a day for five days.
I'm constantly exhausted, I sleep nine hours a night and my mental acuity isn't exactly tip-top. I'm also kicking myself for not doing this sooner.
Nonetheless I'm marveling at this. When I was a teenager I contracted pneumonia after going SCUBA diving in the North Atlantic off Aquidneck Island during the winter. Diagnosis involved giving some pretty disgusting samples and waiting a day for lab results.
Treatment involved a long antibiotic regimen and prolonged bed rest.
So now they've got pneumonia, "the old man's friend" knocked to the point the doctor just shrugs and prescribes exactly five pills, "just in case"? Didn't even mention bed rest.
And the fact is though doctors visits have gotten outrageously expensive, in this case the cure was pretty cheap.
Five pills, that's some pretty good medicine.
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