So we go. Nevermind the fact that our appointment was at 5:45 and we didn't even get into the exam room until 6:30. That was enough to piss anyone off. The doc comes in and I tell him the symptoms and such... and I also say that the school suggested she be seen because of the strep and such going around. He says "so the school wanted you to bring her in" and I said, "yeah, I guess". He turns to look at me and says; "for a cold?". Hey.. the husband was already coming in, I wouldn't have made an appointment otherwise. Fucktard. Don't get on my nerves you ass. He looks in Demon #2's throat... sort of. Barely. I would have done a better job. Thats all he does. Not another thing. No throat culture, nothing. Proceeds to write a prescription. WTF?
You all know where this is headed.... ok, those of you who know how I feel about prescriptions...
I ask what the prescription is for. Clariton.
"And that is...??"
He says its a decongestant. Well I got all sorts of that shit at home. Why do I need a prescription for this? Ok, so what else is on that notepad??
Amoxicillion.
Whoa baby. Oh no. WTF is that for? "I thought she just has a cold?"
"This is for just in case she has something else?"
SOMETHING ELSE? You dumb fuck piece of crap who got your diploma out of a cracker jack box... isn't it his job to check to see if she has SOMETHING ELSE? Not just shove an antibiotic down her throat and hope for the best. I don't think so. I took the prescription and shoved it
The husband also has this death cold that only antibiotoics can cure... he's taking the antibiotics. He's a big boy, he can make his own decisions but I refuse to give my child anything she doesn't need. She can fight this death cold off the old fashioned way - with homemade chicken soup that I made and some sleep.
Antibiotics my ass.
For a cold.
Fucktard.
