All in all, not a bad diagnosis for my growing collection.
The funny part of the whole visit was that the bug which has been chasing me for a couple weeks finally has me in a headlock. I'm achy and violently congested. I was feeling worse than normal on Monday, cruddy yesterday morning and last night the snot barrier came crashing down. (The funny is coming, I promise.) The Doc loves my poor deviated septum. He hasn't seen me with a bug yet, so this is his first experience with the way the entire right side of my face shuts down when I get the sniffles. He was poking around "So, you're not breathing too good on this side, are you?" and before I could even say "no" he plugs my left nostril and all I can get out was this pathetic, snot-laden squeak.
Being a good Doc, he notices that Mark came along to hold my hand and starts asking him about his health. Mark has also been under the weather for a couple of weeks so the Doc wrote him a prescription for an antibiotic in case one of the little darlings gave my a real bug and not just a cold and told Mark "Now, you've had it longer, so you take this and if you get better, then we'll write one for
I like my Doc. Mark does too.
