I have had a cold for two weeks and counting.
I somehow got stuck the other day at a 3 pm appointment with a confused resident and NO overseeing dr for an hour and a half. She was doing sloppy, rapid neuro tests asking me to do backwards math and tandem walk and tell her who the president is (who is going to miss that these days I should have said Arnold Schwarzenegger).
I was so confused and tired. And she never even looked in my throat, which was my chief complaint. I told her I was there for a COLD. She left me in there for about 15 minutes so I just staggered out. I had driven there, so my husband and I had to cooindate having me follow him home via a back route. Very, very dangerous. It was like a time in my 20s when I drove home drunk from a bar. I was glad my son was in my husband’s car, not mine, but I hated being on the road at all.
I think I’ve already reached the point where I’m going to have to bring my husband with me to advocate. It sucks.