| Saturday, March 13, 2004 |
10:11 - Okay, you talked me into it
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Yeah, yeah, I know it's vaguely gauche to talk about medical issues in public, or at least in my brain it is. But here goes anyway, because it's not serious and actually pretty funny.
So I was in at the Kaiser hospital again yesterday. The doctor had just given me a shot of cortisone and prescribed a six-day course of steroids. This is for the second stage in what's become rather a comedy of errors-- originally just a stupid swollen lymph node under the jaw, which has now all but gone away, for which I'd been taking antibiotics, not that they seemed to do much good. But now, nine days later, here I was again. Let's just say, well, I've missed the last two days of work, something I've never done since before my freshman year of high school (yes, I was a very boring kid), mostly to avoid freaking people out.
I headed down to the pharmacy. The pharmacist behind the consultation counter got my order, and looked in the computer. "Tie-man?" (as they always pronounce it.) "So you were in here nine days ago for some amoxicillin... and now you're here for methylprednisolone. That would be for.... what, an allergy? A rash?"
I rolled up a sleeve and showed her. Her eyes got as wide as dinner plates.
"Oh my God! she breathed. "What did you eat?"
I met her gaze as levelly as I could. "Amoxicillin," I said.
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Brian Tiemann
