Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Wan and palely loitering
Since November I've had this really annoying pansy-assed little niggling cough. It's not deep and chesty and phlegmy...it's more of a “ahem....hem, hem” type weeny variety. Rather than inciting sympathetic looks from coworkers and fiancés, it makes people say, “Jesus! When they hell are you going to get rid of that cough?!”
So I went BACK to the allergist, who suggested they do a whole bunch of tests on me. I had to politely refer them back to January, when they charged me a whole bunch of money for the exact same tests...which showed absolutely nothing.
“Oh,” said the doctor.
So I am having new tests done. And in the meantime, I'm on a positive MEAL of medication: Clarinex, Zyrtec, Nasonex, Astelin, Mucinex and Singulair. From here on out, I want to be referred to as “that wan and palely loitering phantom, littering the pathways of life with Kleenex and punctuating the days with her sneezing.” Instead of chains, I shall wander the corridors of my house rattling my prescription bottles. I feel like I should be the invalid boy in the Secret Garden with the hunchback father and child mother.
Boo. BOO! I SAY!
It is particularly aggravating that I tried to encourage the doctor to just give me some steroids, since they worked like MAGIC last time, and I could feel better instantaneously, but apparently my doctor is a sadist and doesn't think that five months of near-constant suffering and woe is sufficient.
Is breathing really so much to ask? Apparently it is.
Posted by Sarah Moïse Young at 5:46 PM