It seems we have a resolution in the standoff hereafter referred to as Krissa Vs. Her Engorged, Enraged Tonsils. Since mid-day yesterday I’ve been distinctly aware that the Physician’s Assistant who summarily prodded me at the ER had let the tanning fluid leak into her brain and had basically ignored my swollen glands. I don’t mean to deride her and her somewhat demeaning job title but the doctor I saw today was stunned she didn’t do any sort of throat swab. Youngsters again, be ye warned! Get a real GP already and never use the ER as a doctor’s office. Lesson, verily you are learned.
All day yesterday, I took the ineffective pain killing drugs. All day, I suffered. My pain started to concentrate almost exclusively in the right side of my neck and Stuart, looking down my throat, declared it the tiniest throat opening he’d ever seen. Ladies, we all like being referred to as tiny but a tiny THROAT is not optimal for things like eating. And swallowing. And enjoying life.
Today, thanks to a timely mention of a good doctor and his clinic’s willing accomodations by the saintly Jen, I dragged my swollen neck along to the city and deposited myself in the patchouli-scented care of these good people. The waiting room had couches and brochures about zen meditation. Most of the doctors there are also certified in acupuncture. My own shiny new GP is apparently skilled at Mayan Uterine Massage! I don’t care. I have fully embraced the touchy feely hippies and their alternative ingrative holistic ways.
[Just don't ask me to embrace holistic gynecology. Seriously, dudes.]
My wonderful adorable and well-dressed doctor took ONE look at my neck and couldn’t believe I’d been carrying this grenade around for three days. Even though the basic strep culture came back negative, she was so assured that it’s a bacterial infection that she went ahead and dropped a blessed scrip for zithromax in my lap. And then she checked my chakras. JUST KIDDING! But she did ask me all kinds of things about my health history and listened to my tale of woe and movie theatre ickiness. AND she believed me.
I’m going to send her a plate of cookies. Organic, no-cruelty-to-chickens-or-bees cookies. Consider me a full convert to hippiedom. Kumbayas on me, people, all round. My boss will be very glad to hear this, too, as I’ve missed four (!!) days of work and he’s been totally understanding. Also probably because he is sort of a hippie as well. The moral here is that hippies are the way to go.
Yay hippies! Yay antibiotics! Yay kicking the golfball out of my throat for good! Here’s hoping.
P.S. All your lemon and ginger and saltwater and lozenge and otter fat (?!) suggestions have been wonderful. I have tried most of them. Not the otter fat though. That’s almost as freaky as holistic evaluations of my vah-jay-jay.
I need a good doctor! Does this place take insurance?
I second that comment- do they take Oxford? Sounds like a wonderful place. Feel better soon. I have terrible tonsils! I feel your pain
Robin and Sam – yes and yes! We have Oxford, too.
Heya. Short-time reader, first-time commenter.
I found you through Benjamin Wagner’s site, which I learned about from the “saintly Jen.”
I hope you make a speedy recovery.
Oh, you may be new around here, Pete, but I know ALL about about you.
This is the best news ever. I’ve been schlepping up to E 90th to my doctor for years, trying to find someone who takes more time with me and is not an hour away by train when I am deathly ill.
TWO Js!
“but I know ALL about about you.”
That should probably scare me…
i have been going to health and healing for years. they are awesome (i go to dr hopps), and sappy as it sounds, do try to treat the whole person. w/my intake, my dr was with me 2 hours, finding out all about me, asking questions about my family, my relationship, etc, and she’s offered me the option of going straight to traditional medicine or trying natural stuff, vitamins, etc first, and of course a combination whenever possible. went on oxford, ghi, aetna, and now empire. the best.