I am trying not to panic. Really. But the last time I coughed up something this gross, it meant I had a cyst in my sinus. I did get to have fun x-rays and a CT scan of my face taken. But I was on antibiotics and severely dehydrating monster decongestants for weeks before that bad boy broke up entirely.
So, it would be nice to see a doctor today. But it's a Saturday. And in the world of military health care, the world stops on Friday at 5pm and resumes Monday at 8am. The office of my PCM is conveniently closed. I can't go to the hospital, because coughing up an odd foreign body that resembles brain matter probably doesn't qualify as an emergency in Tricare's book. I can use the point-of-service option, but I don't have an extra $300 for health care in my budget after my last dental claim was summarily rejected.
My only options are to plug a vaporizer in, crack myself out on pseudo-fed, and seethe in silence at the so-called benefits of my respective health care plans.
Sorry, I didn't mean to sound bitter. That must have been the cyst talking.
Or perhaps I am not as good at self-diagnosis as I think, and I am actually losing parts of my mind. If that's the case, I pray that the chunk of brain I coughed up took the 80s hair-band lyrics with it.
