bookishwench | I hate dealing with idiot doctors

Remember the underwire from hell? They took an x-ray to check for a cracked rib. Two days later, someone leaves a message on my cellphone stating I need to call immediately because the radiologist report is in. I did not find this until after the clinic had closed, so I spent a mostly sleepless night worried.

I called the next morning. The woman who answered the phone checked and, nope, no problem, no cracked rib. I was a little miffed at the worry for nothing, but mostly grateful for the lack of a broken bone.

Fast-forward one week to today when I get a call from the doctor. The girl read the report wrong, or rather, she hadn't read all of it. I don't have a cracked rib.

But I do have freaking PNEUMONIA in my left lung.

I've had an odd cough that wouldn't leave for the last couple weeks which I only really noticed getting worse today, but I sure as heck didn't think I had pneumonia. I've been prescribed antibiotics that I'll pick up in an hour, and I have to take them for five days (read: I would have been done with the damn things by now if they'd told me what was wrong). The doctor at the urgent care tried to convince me I should come back to him to treat the pneumonia in two weeks.

Like hell.

I'm going to my primary care doctor tomorrow the minute she opens.

Adding insult to injury, I am both contagious and not contagious according to this brain trust. I could have spread this to anyone. I had lunch with my aunt who just finished chemo last week, not thinking anything was wrong. I've got to call her now.