I went to the doctor on Friday to beg for some drugs to cure this incurable sore throat. The doctor was Czech and the doctor's office was actually a little office where I was extensively interviewed about my ailments. After a while I hopped up on the examining table where I was told he was about to take my temperature. Then, the doctor lifted my arm and stuck the thermometer in my armpit. It really bothered me. I think that the armpit is one of the most inappropriate places to take a temperature in the sense that it doesn't really give a very good indicator as to the body's temperature not like the ear or throat would. And it wasn't a disposable thermometer either. He merely rinsed it under water when he was done. Ew. How many armpits has that thing seen? It's like that sex ed. theory that when you sleep with someone, you have inadvertently also slept with everyone they slept with. I feel like such an armpit slut.
Anyways, I was proscribed an antiobiotic throat spray called "Fusafunginum." Say that word out loud right now. Do it! It'll make your day that much better.
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