Doctors Suck
Earlier in August, I was having breathing issues. Whenever I would inhale, it would hurt...like something was pricking me. So finally Kevin convinced me to go to the doctor. I did, and after all the usual doctor breathing tests the doctor decided he didn't know what it was, gave me an inhaler and told me if it didn't go away in a few days to use that, and if it still didn't go away they'd have to use an X-Ray. But he didn't know what was wrong. It went away 3 days later (without the inhaler).
Did I really need to go to the doctor then? Waste of time!!!
Today, I've been coughing pretty bad. Probably because of the game a week ago (you know, the one no one mentions in fear of someone bursting out in tears) where I was yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs in pouring down rain for four hours. The next day my throat hurt but everything else seemed fine. But since then it has gradually gotten worse, and yesterday when I tried playing my trombone, I just couldn't stop coughing. So everyone told me to go to the doctor...everyone being Kevin, his grandma, and my mom. I did today. She did all those doctor tests and stuck a swab down my throat and took it to be tested for strep throat. It came back negative so she is sending it somewhere to have a slower, more in depth test on it and she said I'll be called Saturday if it is positive. She gave me a bunch of cough medicine and told me it was probably viral and it'll go away eventually and then shoved me out the door.
Like I said, waste of time.
So next time, I am almost certain there is no way Kevin is going to talk me into going to the doctors.
~Taylor~
