This story takes place a couple of years before the global health crisis. I’ve had a dry cough for a couple of weeks. I assume it’s allergies until I wake up one morning with a horrible cough, shortness of breath, wheezing, and a fever over 101. I call my doctor’s office, and I get a nurse. Usually, they’ll note my symptoms and then consult with the doctor to see if I need to come in or if they can diagnose over the phone.
Nurse #1: “Okay, tell me your symptoms.”
I do this.
Nurse #1: “It’s a virus. Liquids and rest. You’ll be better in a few days. It’s going around.”
Me: “But I’ve had this cough for a couple of weeks with no fever until today. It’s getting worse, not better.”
Nurse #1: “Viruses do that.”
Me: “It doesn’t feel right. Can you talk to [Doctor] and squeeze me in today?”
Nurse #1: “No.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Nurse #1: “We have no openings today.”
Me: “Do you have anything tomorrow?”
Nurse #1: “No.”
Me: “Okay… Can you try to fit me in? I’ll hold while you check. This is really bad. I’ve coughed so much that my ribs hurt.”
I’ve been coughing intermittently during the entire call, and it sounds like I’m coughing up a lung.
Nurse #1: “No. Go to urgent care if you’re that sick.” *Hangs up*
I call the nearest urgent care facility and describe my symptoms. I’m coughing even more at this point.
Urgent Care Nurse: “Can you be here in fifteen minutes? You need to be checked ASAP. I don’t like that cough.”
I get there in the allotted time and they immediately put me in an exam room. I’m diagnosed with pneumonia, given an antibiotic and cough suppressant, and told to stay home for the next seven to ten days. I’m glad they caught it, but I am furious with my doctor’s office! I pick up my prescriptions, head home, and call my doctor. I’m coughing even louder now.
Nurse #2: “[Doctor]’s office, this is [Nurse #2].”
I’ve spoken to this nurse in the past, and she is always very helpful.
Me: “Hi, it’s [My Name], and I called earlier about getting in to see [Doctor]. [Nurse #1] said that I had a virus and said there were no appointments today or tomorrow. I went to urgent care, and I have pneumonia. Are y’all too busy to see patients now?”
Nurse #2: “Wait, what? We have openings this afternoon. With that cough, we would’ve squeezed you in earlier. Did urgent care get you taken care of? If not, I’ll schedule you right now.”
Me: “Yes, they took care of me. I’m on an antibiotic and a cough suppressant.”
Nurse #2: “Okay, good. Let me pull your file really fast…”
I hear typing and several mouse clicks.
Nurse #2: “Hmm. I don’t see any notes indicating that you even called in. All right. We’ll take care of this. Please call us if you’re not better within seven to ten days and I’ll make sure you get in.”
The antibiotic kicks in quickly and I feel much better within a few days. A few months later, I go in to see my doctor for my yearly labs. Guess who calls me back?
Nurse #1: “Hi, I’m [Nurse #1] and I’ll be doing your labs today. You’re… [My Name]?!”
She stares at me.
Me: “And you’re [Nurse #1]. I believe we’ve chatted on the phone. I’m the one who had pneumonia.”
I raised an eyebrow and didn’t say anything else. She silently prepped me for labs and hustled out of the room. I didn’t see her again after that!