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You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
At the UHC, it took 3 hours (which I took off work early and ended up missing class for) so I could talk to a physician's assistant for like 5 minutes and get scripts written. I had to go through two waiting rooms, one of those closet-like rooms where they take your blood pressure, and finally to an exam room in sports freakin' medicine.
When I finally got to talk to the guy, he couldn't say my name right ("hey Gina, how are you Gina, blah blah blah Gina"), and because I can't really talk right now, my usual gentle but firm voice that asserts "Jenna." in the face of "Gina" or "Jenny" was absent, and all I could do was cringe.
I'm very sensitive about the pronunciation of my name.
3 hours and $37 dollars later (soooooo happy I have health insurance again, it could've been much much worse) I have an inhaler, an antibiotic, an expectorant, and an appointment with sports medicine again on Monday morning.
Why? Turns out I've got bronchitis.
Apparently in a breathing test I was very asthma-like, so even though I know I don't have asthma, the doctors concern is that this is the disease that will finally reveal my asthma to me, or something like that.
But I don't have asthma. I can't.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
