Panic at the Disco Doctor

At what age do you start the "Oh my god it must be fatal!" thoughts when you get sick?

I mean, i've had a cold/allergy thing going on for about 5 days and my chest/lungs felt tight.

I was tired, felt feverish, and I knew something was up.

But, my mind immediately goes to "omg i'm probably going to need to be hospitalized" and not oh it's just a bug.

I'm known to be dramatic, well inside my head, okay outwardly too.

I've been *trying* not to google my symptoms which all leads to death or cancer anyway.

I mean more anxiety on top of something doesn't help anyone.

Finally yesterday early evening I say to myself, I need to get checked, if it's nothing, fab!

Well, fever was ruled out immediately, good. It's been in the 90's this week, so I was just hot.

Then I sit in the exam room for what feels like 14 days, and debate, oh I'm fine, I should just go, maybe even run out.

Wait, the doctor or nurses will see me, hmm...these windows are thin, but maybe I can wedge myself out.

The doctor will say it's just an anxiety attack and tell me to take a Xanax and chill.

Nope, he comes in, I breath in and out a couple times and bam, "Do you have asthma?!"

Um, no, you're my doctor, it would say, right?!

He hears a rattle in the right lung, bronchioles.

Antibiotics and an inhaler. My first inhaler.

I practice in the exam room and he says, "inhale like you would a cigarette!" Um, probably not the best example to use from a doctor, he laughs and shakes his head, "nevermind."

So I go home having puffed twice and I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin. I guess that inhalers have that effect, heart palpitations.

Something I already deal with.

Oy.

Hopefully this Z-pack antibiotic and crack-puffer deal will kick this bronchitis' ass.

I hate being sick!