I had an amusing experience today at the doctor's. I went in due to a nagging earache that had just gone on for far too long.
The doctor, a middle aged, mellow and chatty guy, wasn't really sure it was too big of a deal. But it was some kind of deal.
So he prescribed me antibiotics.
What struck me was how, unenthused he was about the diagnosis. I mean, he was all, "Well, it's not a BAD infection, it's just sort of a SMALL one, so you know, if it was ME, I'd take antibiotics. I mean, amoxicillin isn't you know, a hard core drug. Do you get yeast infections? Eat some yogurt. Yeah, I'd take them if I were you. Call me if you're not feeling better!"
This speech didn't exactly inspire confidence.
But it was refreshing in its honesty. I knew I wasn't in grave danger and just wanted to find out what he thought, since he can see into my ear, and I can't.
But it was the most grudging prescription for antibiotics I've ever seen.
But, you know, I think I'm going to take his advice and like, probably take the antibiotics.
But it's not a BIG deal.
And the Oscar Goes to. . . .Yawn
2 years ago
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