Better be GOLD!

The visit to the emergency room left me tired and unsatisfied and completely justified in my cynical view of the medical world. FIVE hours of waiting. Actually, no. Wait. I waited for four hours and fifteen minutes and received forty-five minutes of care. I had a chest x-ray to determine whether it was pneumonia. I had an EKG because I have a heart murmur that seems to be doing me no harm other than occupying the minds of any physician who lays his/her stethoscope against my chest. I had moments of consultation. And in the end, I left after having swallowed two tablets of Zithromax and still unable to breathe properly.

Acute bronchitis.

So,  yesterday I tried to fill my prescription for the remaining dosages of Zithromax. If you know anything about the drug, you know it's a potent antiobiotic that you need to take little of. You would also know that it is expensive. Well....the damn ER doc prescribed this to me and I couldn't get it filled. BECAUSE it requires prior authorization in order to be paid by Medicaid.

I did NOT want to go to my physician to do the whole thing over. I had already missed two days because of the infection, so I opted to pay for the prescription out of pocket. Luckily, there is a generic form of the drug. Unluckily, it cost me thirty dollars...Wouldn't consider that a bad price, right? How about for only two tablets? A dose for Monday. A dose for Tuesday. Fifteen dollars a pop.

Can I tell you that I was disappointed that I didn't suddenly turn into a superstar when I swallowed the first pill?

And I still feel like crap. I wasn't given anything for the actual breathing problem in my chest. My lungs still feel closed in, and I weeze like a broken party horn. At least, I'm not running a fever any longer and the chills, aches, and pains have subsided.