| Well, I did the American thing and went to an American Doctor--not a doctor, actually, because you can never see a doctor when you are actively sick, they are too busy, so you get to see a Physicians Assistant. So, because we haven't had housecalls since the pleistocene era, I got myself relatively cleaned and dressed and went out into the rain and cold when I felt like crap, and the nurse did the what-are-you-here-for routine, with the blood pressure, pulse, weight, temperature checks and then the dr. came in, looked in ear, looked up nose, prescribed an antibiotic, shook my hand, washed her hands, and left. I then paid my copayment, went to the drug store, bought my drugs (i.e., paid my copayment) and am dutifully taking two a day and not going to create no superbacteria because I didn't take them all nosirreee, not me. |
