Lucy in the sky with diamonds…
No, I’m not continuing a musical theme here. This one is about drugs.
So, the other night I start to get a headache, my muscles get sore, the whole body starts to ache and my stomach feels a bit poorly. Bugger. Virus got me.
The following day I was still feeling a bit shite so I went and visited our local doctor. Here is the shortened version of my consultation:
Doc: Hi, how are you?
Me: Fine. Actually, I wouldn’t be here if I was fine would I?
Doc: Ha ha ha. How can I help?
Me: I think I’ve got the flu.
Doc: Ok, lets check.
Various poking and prodding with stethoscope and torch in the ear went on.
Doc: Sore throat?
Me: Yep.
Doc: I’ll give you something for that. Dry cough?
Me: Yep.
Doc: I’ll give you something for that. Headache?
Me: Yep.
Doc: I’ll give you something for that. You have a sore ear too.
Me: No I don’t.
Doc: (ignoring me) I’ll give you something for that. And by the way, here’s some antibiotics too.
Me: Thanks.
Doc: That’ll be X dollars.
So, after a quick consultation, I walked out of there with 5 (yes 5!) presrciptions for the flu! Back in NZ, you’d have to fight with your doctor just to get anything other than a panadol! And to top it off, the panadol that he prescribed me has 700mg of paracetamol, not your normal 500mg. Wohoo!
It also explains why I can’t sleep and am sitting here at 1am typing this silly blog.
Ha ha ha. He he he…
