No Scalpel Down My Throat, Thank You Very Much

Wow, a second visit to the doctor's this year. I normally don't go very often at all. Anyway, my throat was more unbearable than my banged up foot, and after a whole week of not much changing, I had a feeling it wasn't a cold or flu. I was waiting for the running nose, the cough, the congestion, the aches and pains maybe, but no, none of that. So, I got the tongue depressor and the light going down my throat.

"Ah-ha, I see it." He was digging and pushing my tongue knowing he was looking for something with my description of a super duper sore throat.

"There is a spot on your tonsils. A pustule. That would eventually turn into tonsilitis".

I added my two cents, "Antibiotics?".

"This would make it a staph infection. Think I'll go with Clox."

"It can't go away on its own?".

"Haha.... you can wait until it abcesses."

"Ugh."

"And then we'd have to stick a scalpel down your throat to drain it."

"Yah, no thanks."

"The problem is that it's so far down that you'd probably gag."

"Ugh."

"Or we can take a hook....".

"Okay, it's okay. I'll take the antibiotics."

"Okay, I'd like to give you Clox 500 but I'm afraid you might not handle it."

"Really? Isn't 500 a regular adult dose?." Why can't I handle it?

"Yah.... so let me give you 250. You know the drill. QID for 10 days."



I gotta say, four times a day on an empty stomach is pretty hard.