Alrighty. This just further cements in my mind the very reason I want to be a doctor, to not misdiagnose. Thursday night after work I come home and find myself in a desperate need of sleep. So, I crawled into bed at about 8pm and woke up the next morning so not ready for school. I ended up skipping half the day because I felt like a zombie. Later that night, I decided to go to a walk-in clinic because my usual family doctor place was obviously closed. Bad move. This doctor, whom I will dub ‘Ignorant,’ proceeded to diagnose me. Without taking a culture sample from my tongue in order to test for the presence of Strep, Dr. Ignorant decides to simply tell me I have Strep Throat. At the time being, this seemed like either 1. An incredibly stupid diagnosis or 2. An amazing accurate diagnosis in about 2.47 minutes. I think it is safe to say it was number 1. After being on the antibiotics for a few days, I get worse. Much, much worse. Turns out I had Bronchitis (which is so not Strep). A visit to the hospital also revealed Pneumonia! X-RAYS are fun. But awkward. They have you stand in the middle of the room in one of those back-opening gowns and hug the X-RAY screen while they all watch from behind in a little x-ray safe room. Needless to say, i’m a bit better now. Pneumonia is a funny feeling though. You’re just short of breath all the time. A walk to the kitchen has me huffing and puffing.
Anyways, crisis averted.
