Friday, May 20, 2011
Yesterday, I woke up and had a sore throat. It wasn't horrific and figured it was due to me doing mouth breathing at night and taking in a lot of dry air.
But as my gym routine went on and then work at home, I knew it wasn't right. That pre-thought of pain would have passed by then. By noon I couldn't swallow my own saliva without massive pain. And then I started to get an all to familiar pain creeping up into my ears. I'd been there before - 15 years ago, but the pain was as familiar as if it happened just last week.
Shortly after we moved back to Cleveland, I had a similar pain. I went to many a doctor who misdiagnosed me. Mind you, I worked at one of the best healthcare institutions in the world, and these schmucks couldn't get it right - save one. That doctor didn't even exam me before he figured out what was wrong - all by reading my chart. Shocking.
He had it right with a problem with my Eustachian tubes. He gave me one more course of antibiotics and if those didn't work, he would aspirate my eardrums. YIKES. But they worked.
A year or so later, I had a similar issue and the eardrums self-aspirated on the landing in Key West. The pressure ruptured my eardrums and for most of the vacation I couldn't hear much of anything. It was problematic to ride around on scooters and I spent more than one day at the doctor's office there.
Yesterday, I didn't fool around. As soon as I recognized the pain, I went to a retail clinic. So much cheaper than an urgent care or a doctor's office. But there are trade-offs. It is walk-in only and there is only so much they can do. I figured sinus/ear/throat infection would be one of those things.
Now I work in healthcare so I don't tolerate fools gladly when it comes to this. The Nurse Practitioner was ok, but that's it. She was convinced it was Strep. I knew it wouldn't be - and it wasn't. After that she didn't know what to think, even though I told her my history. The electronic medical record didn't give her decision criteria for Eustachian tubes. How about your umpteen years of education, honey?
She reluctantly gave me a script for an antibiotic, which I promised not to fill for a few days to see how things progressed. She gave me treatment options for a saline rinse with a neti pot like device. But I fly on Monday morning and there is no way I'm going to blow out my eardrums again - let alone sob like a baby upon decent.
If things don't feel better by tomorrow evening - or at least on their way - that script is going to the pharmacy. I don't see I have a choice.
Song by: Brandon Flowers