I'm not dead.
Or even really that sick any more.
In case you were wondering.

I did have to switch antibiotics, which was another nachtmare.  I called into my Primary Doc last Friday who got back to my message about being on Bactrim for almost a week with little improvement with a "you're going to have to go back to the emergency room or call me on Tuesday, because I don't have room for you today and can't just call in something for you".

Eff you dude, guess who is getting a new doctor.  And yes you can, you've called things in for me thirty times.

Also?  Naught for nothing?  He is the same guy who birthed Dave.  So it isn't like he doesn't know who he's dealing with.  Dave's whole family has been going there for nearly 40 years.  The doctor has been nothing but amazing to me for the last 15, until this.  But he done fucked up.

Clearly the man has never had a kidney problem.

Because kidney problems hurt really bad, and they are really somewhat serious.

Oh, one more medical thing and then I'm done.
So I was at the GYN for a non-related, non-invasive in-office procedure.  As if.  I mean, can the GYN ever do anything non-invasive?  By definition, a gynecologist invases.  Invades?  Gets invasive.
She was looking over my record and asked when the last time I'd had a breast exam done.
"I'm not sure, but you can do one now if it's been a long time"
"Sorry, I'm not allowed to do that unless you are here for a pap.  It's against hospital and insurance policy because too many women have sued their doctor for touching their breasts when it wasn't medically necessary.  I can give you a script for a specialist, or you can pay out of pocket, but unfortunately, I can't examine your breasts today, not even with your permission."

Oh
My
God.

Seriously.

The world has boiled down to a state where I can't sign to have someone pay someone else to touch my breasts when I want my breasts to be touched.

Dammit.

Touch my breasts.
Someone.

Is there a doctor without scruples in the house?