Whooping cough is whooping my ass.

I have been sick for a while now and on the urging of my friend Jodee I went to the doctor to get checked out. He took my temperature, he listened to my breathing, all that boring stuff. In the end he said that I might have pertussis. Is that how you spell that? What the fuck ever. It’s whooping cough.
He gave me antibiotics (blah) and cough syrup with codeine.(yeah)
I go back to work to let my boss know and our health specialist flips.
Turns out its kind of serious. She called the doctor, she called the health department, she called the surgeon general.
I had to go back to the doctor where they made me wear this charming mask.

Just my basic Wednesday night accessories

I felt as if I was a SARS patient or had cholera. Something like that.

Even the baby was judging me, which I don’t appreciate at all, you fucking chin drooler. I know you carry around all sorts if germs and I don’t like you haughty condescension, holier than thou infant.

Sorry, I guess the codeine is running away with me.

The whole point of this story is explain how they test for pertussis. And thus my true plight begins.

The doctor (Who on his business card did not say doctor so he may have been an imposter with a very strange fetish for all I know.) came in and asked me to sit on the examination table, as he would be performing a  nasopharyngeal swab. A what, you ask? Just wait…He warned the test would be slightly uncomfortable. And then he pulls out a ten inch wire with a Q-tip on the end. I’m sorry did you not hear me?


He makes me look up and jams the wire up my nose, through my sinuses, to scrape up the remnants on my spinal fluid. or something. It hurt so bad i cried and very nearly vomited on him. (An act I had not done since I was fourteen and the dentist gave me too much nitrous oxide. He deserved it though, he had pedophile eyes.) I gritted my teeth and dug my fingernails into the cushion, begging for it to be over.

Three years later, the doctor (or whatever) pulled out the wire and sent me on my way.

Fuck you Pertussis. And the bacterium you rode in on.


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