Stinking Doctors Office

Again with the doctors' office and pleasant smelling poison. I usually don't start coughing immediately, years of practice, but not yesterday. Standing in line to sign in, I was already coughing. I tried to phone Mary Fran before she left the car to bring in masks, but she was too quick, and she started coughing right away. The examining room had had someone in there that had left a scent trail. I went in first and backed out right away coughing. Unfortunately I wasn't fast enough again and Mary Fran got a big lung full. She coughed so hard her knees nearly buckled under her. I said we could not stay in there and to find us another examining room.

My doctor, who I love because his work is the best, ordered x-rays and the tech doing the x-ray was wearing perfume. She admitted it and asked if another person should do the x-rays. At that point I knew it was too late to matter and I said, "Let's just get this done."

I find that being skunked in stores is one thing, but when it's a doctor's office I am really pissed off. Understand this is a large practice of orthopods. My doctor is just one of them. When I first saw him to rebuild my elbow he was in his own office and we had no problems there. I'm sure that this practice is nicer for him and I'd sit in a lion's den to see him for orthopedic surgery if I must. But this being 'skunked' is getting old.

AAAAARGHHHH!

We're in the middle of a freezing spell, and the cold, dry air is miserable. It's so cold that our big dog, who doesn't usually care about the weather, hurries to come back in the house within minutes.


Saturday, we had to head up the road to Wilmington. The wind was roaring, which made the drive less fun than usual, and even a few seconds outside the car were enough to start the teeth chattering. 


We had to go out again today to run some errands - dump, bank, post office. The dump wasn't fun, but it was quick. The bank was a different story. The drive-up ATM was being serviced, so I had to go inside. The woman all ready in the vestibule where ATM is located did me in. I was in there less than two minutes, but I'm still coughing, my chest and back still ache, and my voice is gone. 


I'm turning into a regular hermit. Every time we leave the house to enter a public place, someone or something triggers a coughing fit in one or both of us. And with the cold weather, there's the added bonus of wood smoke in the air, so even opening the door makes things more uncomfortable. 


When I was able to work, my friends teased that I should be put into a bubble. I'm starting to think it might be a good idea.