My Disillusioned Self

I feel better today! Well a little….

I’ve been sick since friday and the last few days I felt like I was going to die. I went to the health and wellness center on campus(I know I should have known better). Ok, so I go down there looking for some over the counter medications to get rid of this unbearable cold I had. I couldn’t breathe or talk cause that started the whole coughing up greenish yellow thick mucousy substance and choking on it. The nurse there was like ohh the doctor will be here in about 10 minutes if you want to wait for him. I tell her politely that I have a class that I can’t be late to otherwise I will fall behind. Well that bitch has the nerve to make me wait 10 minutes just to call me in to take my temperature and tell me the doctor will be right with me. Ok, so now I’m waiting for the doctor I don’t even want to see and end up waiting another 10 minutes until he comes in asks me what’s the matter and does all the usual doctorly stuff(i.e. check lungs, throat, and ears). He tells me he wants to send me for a chest X-ray and get a throat culture because my throat is really red! I tell him the reason my throat is red is because I can’t stop coughing up this green yellow thick stuff. He tells me I have an uper respiratory infection and that I need antibiotics. Ok, I’m cool with that! I already knew what I had but whenever this happens is goes away by itself if I just treat the symptoms without antiobiotics. But I digress, let’s give modern medicine a chance. I go out to the nurses with my chart and get this old decrepid lady who looks like she is going to fucking die right there. She notifies me that I am going to have to have a chest x-ray and a throat culture before they can give me any antibiotics and that they are going to bill me for it and I have to submit to my insurance company the receipts. I look at her tell her that’s not acceptable I am not going to pay you just call the antibiotics into a pharmacy and I don’t need the chest xray or the throat culture. She tells me she can’t and I flip out because it’s new york state law that they have to. Well to make a long story short I piss I moan and tell them thank you for wasting my fucking time and have a nice day you fucking cunt. On the way out I flip the doctor the bird and storm out of the building. What did I end up with in the end? Well I ended up going to class coughing my brains out 30 minutes late extremely ticked off with no cold medication to make me feel better. The lesson I learned in the end was just go to the dinning hall and pay $.87 per dose for the cold medication I have behind the counter when I’m sick.