A visit to the GP...

Grapefruit, ginger, tea and some rest

Grapefruit, ginger, tea and some rest

cocoa for treatment

cocoa for treatment

I've never really enjoyed visiting the doctor. The touchy-touchy, the pokes, the bandages, all that good stuff. Not about it. So, it's when the illness is just way overbearing that my stubbornness subsides and I drag my feet to a doctor's visit. But, remember last month when I was really really really sick? (Do notice the emphasis on really) After healing from that, I vowed to be more attentive to my health and to not take it likely (experience is the best teacher they say...). And with that, I see it best to visit the doctor in the beginning of any and every illness when necessary. 

This particular visit though.... Let's just say things were a bit, off. Hmmm, I'm trying to think, where do I begin? I guess characteristic is a good stepping stone...or the beginning does just as well too. I'll begin with a four word summary. The dude was rude. R-U-D-E. Point blank period. 

Scratchy throat, blocked nose, liquified ear canals...this cold was creeping on me, and I wanted to rebuke it. But this nurse did not help. I call in the morning and set up an appointment with the GP I conversed and had an appointment with last time. My very first appointment with her was friendly, and pretty informative. Except, after waiting over half an hour, that GP did not call my name from the waiting room. Manuel* did (*No....that's not the nurse's real name). I walked into the office, closed the door and took a seat. And then he began to speak. He had a tone that was very uniformed...too military-like. As if I was to be treated like a drill. Those two descriptions where the first to pop in my head, but I sense that description probably does no justice to give you an adequate picture. How do I explain this better?....Hmmm. Okay. You know when you want to speak to customer service on the phone and you have to go through the touch-tone teller and you end up enunciating to make sure the machine hears you say "I do" instead of "I don't"? Yeah...that was the voice of this guy. Dead. Cold. And to the point. He sounded a little something like this...

"My name is so-and-so.... I am a nurse here at "insert place here".... What seems to be the problem?... Yes, of course, it is common for students to feel that sickness at this time... Yes, you have a virus. Your sickness will by-pass. You should be fine. Okay."

Again, typing this probably does his tone zero justice, so I want to emphasize, his tone was stoic, unfriendly....D-E-A-D. Also, what I quoted is basically how the doctor's visit went. But allow me to guide you step by step. Relax, I'm not "spilling tea"...just getting specific. That's all.

Okay, back to the beginning. After I am asked the reason for my visit, I reply with an explanation of current symptoms and what it is I have a good feeling of what to expect in a couple of days.

"This morning I woke up with a pretty soar throat and blocked nose. My ears are a tad muffled and I'm not feeling all that well. [I sneeze twice and say "Excuse me!"] These symptoms have appeared before and they usually follow with severe coughing, difficulty breathing through my nose and a severe ear infection. The last time I was not given antibiotics, but I am really hoping to stop this before it worsens."

I finish. He types and looks at the screen of his computer. This follows with a nodding of the head and a pretty shallow response. 

"Yes, of course, it is common for students to feel that sickness at this time of the semester. This is not new" He said this in a "no-duh" type-voice....very monotone and withdrawn.

Hmmm... okay? I mean, you didn't have to have a tone. I'm sure I had a taken aback expression because my eyes squinted a bit, pulling the right corner of my lip towards my right ear. Thinking about it now, you can say I looked like I was smiling, though I was not. Quickly, the expression disappeared into a fest of sneezes. And the mate just sat there as if he was waiting on the bus to show up. Starring. Didn't offer tissues. Didn't offer a "Bless you". He was just...there. Also, allow me to say, I am not looking for sympathy...not one bit. But I did, and still do, expect a sense of will to help when I do visit the doctor. Something I find common in most, if not all of my visits. Except, there was no sense of will to do anything in this nurse.    

After that comment, I'm not sure how long the delay lasted, but it took the nurse some minutes to continue with the appointment. So anyway, he proceeded to check my throat, my ears, my nasals and place pressure on the bottom of my chin. He asked a couple of questions, and when I did not understand him (remember, liquified ears!), he raised his voice in a "can-you-hear-me-now?" type voice, with a dash of annoyance in his tone. Then, there was absolute silence

He typed my answers on his computer, scribbled something on his notepad, and repeated the back-and-forth a second time. After all that, he came up with a startling conclusion of three words. "You seem fine".

SKRTPause. Bruh. You have GOT to be kidding me.

Right before belting out a cough I replied. "I'm not" 

"You should be" he counteracted. 

Eh? What the....I should be? What does that even mean? And the vex-ocity on my face. Fam. (Yes, the Brooklynite-partically-Londonized language is leaking because I was not having it). I looked at him, waiting for the joke to stop...except he was not joking.

He looked back at me through his Harry-Potter-shaped glasses, blinked twice, typed something on his computer, glanced at his watch and looked back at me. In that exact order. That's when I realized....I needed to get the heck out of there. This dude wasn't going to help me. This was a rode block needed to be swerved. So after a two-minute exchange on the appointment and how to move forward in how to "heal", I made a half-smile, picked up my things, said thank you and took off. 

You would think someone qualified would be able to help you in some way. Unfortunately that was not the case here. Sure, it was Monday. It was noon-time. The office was packed. Different factors play into reactions to anyone. (You see...still making excuses for people...need to work on that!) But that doesn't mean I deserved the cold shoulder shrugged towards me when I was in search for some help. Not cool.

Really though... "you should be [fine]"...Seriously...do you have feelings? Made of stone much? Are you mad? You alright there mate? After making the decision to write about this, I ran to my studio, opened a bottle of lemon juice, mixed it with some honey, and got to work. In the end, I phoned my mother and quickly, she snapped me back to the Haitian remedies I grew up on- tea, salt, a couple of ingredients I can't spell and some rest. To that I say, "Thanks ma." 

And with that, I end with a message to a particular-special-amazing-"since-high-school-days" friend of mine who is actually studying to be a nurse herself. Yvonne...please don't act like this...I know you won't. You would never treat a patient like this. I just had to mention that.

How do you look forward to your GP visits?