Cut for complaining.

[unknownfate]

Barrow doesn't have any private practices. If there's something wrong, you go to the hospital. So I went. Sat in the waiting room, between a kid throwing up in the trash can and his grandmother.

I had two ailments I wanted treated: my icky toenail and my miserable headcold. I don't have a lot of faith in the hospital here. They go out of their way not to give me helpful medications. I had joked to someone that the hospital would probably say it was an allergy and put me in a bodycast. Well, I wasn't entirely wrong.

They did give me allergy medication (Benadryl) and recommended I use tea tree oil on my toe. They didn't have any tea tree oil, of course. This is Barrow, Alaska after all. Some things we just don't have. But, I could order some online and use it while we waited to see it would just 'grow out'. I am to wait and see, basically. Let the nail grow out and hope it doesn't rot my whole foot off. Take Benadryl and hope I'll be able to breathe someday.

What do I have to do to get some prescription medication?? Is there a shortage? Do they not believe me? Can't they hear me wheezing? Can't they see the mottled discoloration on my toenail? Maybe I wouldn't be sick for weeks at a time if I could convince them that the over-the-counter stuff isn't cutting it. I take so much Sudafed that I'm probably on a watch list somewhere and I think I'm building an immunity to it. All it does now is make me drowsy and sick, instead of just sick. No more Sudafed.

Aren't hospitals supposed to deal out the meds for all occasions? Why does this one go to such lengths not to? Don't they know I'll pay for them? I had bronchitis a few years ago, and they basically said, "Oh, you've got the bug. Get some Nyquil and think good thoughts." I had it for nearly a months before I went to FL and a horrified doctor have me a week's worth of antibiotics that cleaned it out by Day 4. Even when they had to bust my wisdom teeth into pieces to wrench them from my jaws in fragments, all they would give me is grocery store ibuprofen. I feel like just yelling into the pharmacy, "I will exchange money for medication that will fix me! Name your price!"

My sister works there, so I shouldn't get in too much trouble for that.

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[bane-6.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no stumpwater. So I'll have to try to transfer my cold to the cat the old-fashioned way. Sigh.