"HOW prominent is your fever?"
Can't you see that I'm prominently dying here. Idiot.
"I don't know. Why don't you check."
My temperature read 38.1 degrees. Every joint in my body ached as if there were little men with tiny hammers, going about hammering on my bones unrhythmically. The left side of head and face hurt especially more and the ears felt pressured. My eye balls were individually hurting in their sockets. With great effort, I rolled my eyes away from the doctor who didn't quite know what she was dealing with and eyed the husband with a sense of irritation. What the hell is she doing ??? Urrrgggghhhh.
"How long have you been feeling this way?"
Didn't I just tell you like a second ago? Talking hurts my entire E.N.T network!
"Three days. The left side pain has been intense and I've been on Advil the whole time". By then, I think I'd told her about the pain three times already but she seemed disturbingly uninterested in it.
I don't know if this is the standard practice at all hospitals and clinics here in this country but earlier at the registration, the officer decided on my doctor based on my symptoms. Basically you tell the front desk people what you think you have based on a self-diagnosis and then they put you to a specialist doctor (or so) accordingly. Same happened with the husband two weeks ago.
"What's your problem?"
"I think I may have chicken pox."
And he was put to see a dermatologist. But that's that with chicken pox. Doesn't take a genius to figure out it's what it is.
Back at the clinic, I sat staring at the doctor. A bug-sized Filipino lady with flat, straight hair sitting close to her scalp. The stethoscope which had earlier ventured into my layers of clothing hung around her neck. With a pen and a note pad, she wrote down a prescription, paused then cancelled it with a liquid correction pen. Paused again, seemed unsure and decided to go with something else after checking with me if I had been on any antibiotics lately. After forever, she handed over the prescription to me and asked to come back if I'm still ill after three days.
I felt pretty shitty this morning. The meds took away the demonic fever and bodyaches from last night. The aches creep in when the meds wear off though. My left side facial pain is burdening. Perhaps I need to see an E.N.T doctor to figure this out. I'd been recklessly allowing myself walks and runs in the windy-sandy-dry weather past couple of weeks anyway. At times like this, I wish I was with familiar doctors back home.