We went there this past Tuesday after it became clear that my little ingrown toenail issue was beyond the over-the-counter meds and warm soak’s ability to cure. Yeah, it was infected. The doc prescribed an antibiotic which, after five days, seems to have made only the most minor of dents in the pain, redness, and swelling. Shit's spreading. Joy.
I suppose the fact that it's not working on my problem should come as no surprise. I’m a complicated patient and I was diagnosed at one of those Urgent Care facilities versus my doctor's office. Granted, it's a joint associated with my hospital and doc’s office so they have access to my history and all my records. Still, the Urgent Care doc spent, at most, just five minutes, if that, with me and was clearly in a rush. Hopefully whoever's on duty this morning will be more focused, less harried.
Before we head in this morning I’ll make an organized list.
- Symptoms – what are they, how long I’ve had them, how they’ve developed.
- Complicating factors that may effect diagnosis and/or presciption – vascular and neurological issues.
- Concerns – this has been going on for nearly three weeks now. What the fuck?! Why am I not getting better? WHEN will I start feeling better? WHEN can I comfortably wear socks and shoes again. I mean, this is New England and it’s practically winter fer fuck’s sake!
Okay, must calm down. I’m just SO sick of being sick.
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