So I went to the doctor today after five days of this crud. I couldn't shake the fever, which has been as high as 102.5, and I could tell the bronchitis was settling in ... so I went to the doctor. What I didn't anticipate is that they would assume I could have the swine flu. I guess the nurse told the receptionist to be expecting me, because she asked if I was Ashli when I walked into the office.
As soon as I said yes, she handed me a mask.
Yes, the mask of shame. I had to sit there in the waiting room wearing it (hiding behind a magazine). But I wasn't there long. I guess they didn't want me getting my swine fluness all over the waiting room, so they shuttled me back quickly (note to self: describe swine flulike symptoms in the future for shorter waiting time.)
The nurse explained that because all my symptoms were characteristic of the dreaded HINI, they had to assume I had it until they could rule it out. So I had to get swabbed (OUCH ... and my mommy wasn't there to hold me and promise me an ice cream cone the way I do my kids when they must endure such trials. So sad.) Then I had to wait half an hour for the results, which were negative.
After that the doctor made quick work of diagnosing bronchitis and sinusitis, which is what I could have told him when I walked in the door. Oh well, at least I left with a Z-Pack.