The city is so not sexy when it is sick. And I mean the city is sick, not just me. From the stomach turning wet hacks on the EL to the offensive trumpet sounding nose blowing in the office to the pathetic roommates stretched out on the couch at home, this entire city has some sort of virus lurking on every square inch of it.
But in addition to being snotty, hacky and sweaty, I am also the least attractive adjective: uninsured. While others at least have the comfort of a licensed professional telling them they are not going to die, they just have a virus, so suck it up and drink some o.j., I have to suffer through the possibility that I might have strep throat or mono or the plaque. Fear is not a known cure for anything and so I lie in bed, sleep ¾ of my day away, drink gallons of orange juice and hope that I’m not dying.
And as I’m lying there here are my thoughts for what my potential course of action could be:
A) Shell out the 80 bucks (plus lab results and prescriptions) to the Minute Clinic at Walgreens to have them tell me it’s not the plague and direct me to the cough drop aisle.
B) Go to Walgreens and buy anything that sounds like it would help me feel less like death: humidifier, decongestants, cough drops, stronger decongestants, nasal sprays and 3 boxes of special soothing lotion coated tissues. Total spent: around 80 bucks
In the end I choose B because I really like cough drops and needed an excuse to buy them anyway. I also throw in C.
C) Get a friend who has insurance sick and then make him go to the doctor to get diagnosed. Thanks Kevin! Good to know it is just a viral infection!
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