Since my cough isn’t going away, I called my primary care doctor who didn’t have appointments until January (of course). I was told I should go to the prompt care, which is a complete misnomer. It was two hours of waiting, and a flu and Covid test by a nurse, before I ever saw the doctor. Both came back negative. The doctor says I clearly have a virus, unsure of what. Given my symptoms it could be bacterial, so I left with four prescriptions: an antibiotic, prednisone, an inhaler, and a cough suppressant.
And with my luck, the pharmacy won’t have the cough suppressant until tomorrow. Oh well. I’m thankful to have one dose of antibiotic today, and grateful the inhaler has helped my cough a bit already. I have high hopes for getting some sleep tonight. Good thing too, because we are supposed to see my family this weekend for an early Christmas celebration. Yay!