Lesson Finally Learned


Sometimes we don’t always learn a lesson the first time around. We have to make the same mistake over and over until finally we choose a different path. This week was no exception.

This is the second time in a row I made the wrong choice to go to Minute Clinic. We ended up being misdiagnosed, untreated and sicker than we needed to be. I even posted about the experience last time and here I am again, same situation, different day frustrated with myself.

I often wonder what that lightbulb moment is when we finally get it. How come some lessons are learned easily and others take a lot more time? I guess we need to pay more attention to the details and when something doesn’t work for us, know, that is the time we need to make a different choice the next time around.

What is a lesson that took some time for you to learn? What was it that finally made you realize what you were doing was not working?

A Minute clinic Follow Up


I guess I am most disappointed as a nurse at the lack of proper diagnosis and follow up of care. If you remember, 3 days ago I went to Minute Clinic complaining of fatigue, and pain on ONE side of my throat especially when opening my mouth. So, today I woke up with severe pain in my ear and my throat hurts so bad I can barely speak. I took my allergy medicine like a good little girl but I just knew there was something not right. So, today the lovely nurse practitioner who missed it the first the time discovered I had a peritonsillar abcess.

Funny how I noticed the small white pocket before I even went to be examined days ago. And now, it is bigger and much more evident. I guess what really bothers me is it starts out feeling just like strep throat. Then, it takes a few days with no new symptoms for this unfriendly little pocket of bacteria to form. What should have given it away if someone was listening was that it was only on ONE side. First clue that it was indeed not allergies. Also, I believe if she took the time to really look she would have noticed the small development of the sore the first time she saw me. So now, here we are 3 days later, much worse because of not having been on antibiotics and I can barely open my mouth to speak. I now have pain medicine for my throat, pain drops for my ear and no energy to get out of bed and pack for the vacation I am leaving on in 2 days. Oh, and did I mention if the abscess becomes bad enough I have to rush to the hospital because I may not be able to breathe? What if I hadn’t gone back today? What if I had believed this nurse was right and continued to take allergy medication that never would have worked? The worse part? When I called to try and talk with her I got a switch board operator who took my information and told me someone would be back in touch with me in 24 hours. Are you kidding me? I jumped in my car and drove there and in 10 minutes we were sitting face to face. I reminded her she didn’t even take the time to look in my ears when I was there. I seriously thought I had an ear infection that had backed up into my throat. It was the redness that had grown on one side and the ear pain on the same side that alerted her to look a little closer. What really gets my goat is she knew I had swollen glands in my neck when I was there. Even if I didn’t have a fever, there were signs of infection. What in the world is happening to our health care system? We call back a doctor or a nurse and get a switch board operator from where? I am disgusted and truly worried about the lack of attention to the patient and the amount of time spent talking into and typing on a screen. As a nurse, I am devastated and desperately hoping for some kind of change.

As for me, I am back in bed hoping one of these days I will wake up and be able to talk and swallow again pain free. The infection is worse and now I have less time to get done what it is I have to do. But, for now I will trust my body that is screaming for me to stay in bed. I will rest and be patient and give myself the time I need to heal. It’s by listening to others that we learn the most. Hopefully, you have learned something from this unfortunate story. It is your body. And when you truly believe there is something wrong, usually there is. Persistence and trusting your own instincts is the key.