that was my answer to the nurse’s question, “what brings you to the doctor’s office?”

i called for an appointment yesterday afternoon because i’ve had a cough since thanksgiving. it’s not one of those old man coughs or even a nice phlegmy cough (best for loogeys). it’s been more of a “snotty-today-dry-tomorrow-here-and-there-somedays-worse-than-others” cough that i’ve just decided to live with (and sadly, it’s easy for me to adjust and just “live with it”).

no sooner had i walked in the door and they’ve got me in the x-ray room stripped down to my shorts hugging a cold x-ray machine and holding my breath. listening to my chest and looking at the results of the x-rays, the doc says, “bronchitis with maybe a touch of pneumonia… i’m not certain about the last part. you’ve got some cloudy spots on the right side… i’ll need to send these to a technician and we’ll call you next week if we need you to do intravenous antibiotics…”

he proceeds to hand me packets of horse-pill sized antibiotics and samples of singulair and sends me on my way. he tells me as i’m leaving, “tell your wife: good call! keep up the good work!”

doggoneit – i was hoping it’d be nothing so i could be the one to say, “told ya so!”

apparently crow goes down easier with a glass of milk.