All I Want Is A Little Relief
Remember that episode of M*A*S*H where Hawkeye has a hole in his boot but the Purchasing officer won’t order him one because he’s got a bad tooth and the dentist won’t see him and all the dentist wants is a three day pass to Tokyo but Blake is upset that Hot Lips is writing a report about him which she’ll agree to stop if Hawkeye and Trapper will throw Frank a birthday party; Radar will get the cake for the party if they set him up with the girl of his dreams who won’t go out with him unless he has a hairdryer which he can get from Klinger if Hawkeye and Trapper can get Frank and Hot Lips to sign his discharge papers. Remember?
Lately, that’s how my medical care seems to be working.
I went this morning because of this continuing wicked chest cough. I guess I’m tired of hacking up mucus, particularly at 2 and 3 am and I’m tired of having my whole body shake for five minutes every time I get started trying to clear my throat. I’m also a bit tired of peeing in my pants every time I cough, which is something only old people are supposed to do.
But there’s a new development in my care…they aren’t going to treat this cough until the GP’s office gets a look at that chest x-ray that the rheumy took. That one with the “dark areas,” you know? It’s not in the computer system since the rheumy’s office took it themselves. So, while they wait for a copy, they sent me on to work, to hack and cough and freak out my co-workers.
All I want is a little relief.
Tags: chest x-ray, chest cough, lungs, rheumatologist, M*A*S*H, wellness
