On Dependency

I got a grand total of three hours sleep last night, because I was having difficulty breathing and swallowing. My allergy appointment is still two weeks away, but I seem to have developed a rather nasty sinus infection while I’ve been waiting. I got out of bed at seven this morning in a lame attempt to make a same-day appointment at the nearby treatment facility. I was on hold for ten minutes, and spoke briefly with the appointment scheduler, who finally picked up again only to hang up on me. I called back repeatedly, and then waited on hold for another ten minutes. The second representative informed me that there were no appointments available today. When I asked if there was anything available for tomorrow, she told me that they don’t update that information until later in the day. I asked if I should simply call back later, and she said yes. I know from experience, however, that the next representative will tell me that I have to wait until tomorrow morning to make an appointment, and the cycle will repeat itself. Perhaps, if I start beating my head against the wall right now, I will somehow scare the sinus infection out before I have to call back tomorrow morning. This solution seems somehow saner than the alternative. Or perhaps I will become a true Benadryl junkie, popping little pink pills whenever I feel the need for a respiratory and/or psychological fix. The resultant detachment will transport me to a place where silly things like the quality of health care don’t seem to matter anymore…