“Robitussin!” It’s like bless you for coughs...
Of course, bless you is like bless you for sneezing, which most people say to sneezing. With the World Junior Championship of Hockey starting today in Calgary and Edmonton, it's only fitting that people in the media are talking about how mild a winter we are having so far in the great white north. This week’s topic is:
Cold Season
More often than not, I find myself having the sniffles. I usually have excuse – it’s allergy season, or I’m just getting over a cold, or I’m just getting sick, or I am allergic to your horse/cat/dusty dog... of course, I’m stubborn so I won’t go to the doctor, but as I get older I feel like it might be a wise move – that is, seeking the council of professionals. On a different topic for a different day, it has likely been about fifteen years since my last visit to a scheduled doctor’s appointment (though I have been for filling prescriptions or emergency anaphylaxis treatment).
It’s not that I don’t go to the doctor because I don’t think they will help – obviously it’s their job to be helpFUL and for the most part they are competent, but it’s just the general inconvenience of driving down there and waiting in the waiting room and then waiting in the mini room and telling them what’s wrong (even when there may, in fact, be nothing blatantly wrong other than the fact that you just waited for an hour to get a little chicken scratch of a piece of paper requesting the pharmacy to give you a bottle of pills or a vile of serum that you requested by name. I do understand why the process is in place, but for a non-drug abuser like myself it is just a simple pain in the figurative rear end.
People often complain about the horrible conditions they have endured in Alberta hospital waiting rooms and as recently as this last weekend, my cousin, a BC paramedic with a nurse wife had the joy of visiting the Rockyview hospital after eating cashews in a chexmix. Yes, he is allergic. Of course, he was admitted nearly immediately – not because he is in the Canadian health care system, not because of his large and sometimes intimidating stature, but rather because of the severity of his ailment. My experiences have yielded similar VIP treatment as well. When it is an emergency, the triage nurses are pretty good at identifying them as such. Sorry to say, but if you are not in some sort of trauma, please don’t take up the seats in the emergency rooms. It is the people with non-fatal, non-emergency injuries or sicknesses who have generally bad experiences in the hospitals and skew the data for long wait times.
I complain about being sick, but it’s really my fault whenever I am. Not sleeping enough, not washing my hands thoroughly enough or often enough, not drinking enough water, or in a more obvious and general sense, working in a service industry, dealing with not only a close-knit coworker group, but with the general public as well – touching money, talking to close-talkers, or dealing with close-dealers. When I was in Japan in 2003, this was around the tail-end of the big SARS outbreak. At this time, many germ-conscious Japanese were sporting masks and even to this day (as I saw my mom’s photos of her recent trip) I was interested to see that many still do. Maybe they’re on to something.
Of course, there are varying degrees of what one might refer to as “being sick”. From a working standpoint, being physically unable to safety and effectively do one’s job is a reasonable excuse not to go in. But I’m the kind of guy who got the “attendance award” in junior high because I missed so few days in the school year. People who just “call in sick” make me question the goodness of the human race. Being sick for the sake of using up sick days is immoral and unjust to the people who are generally healthy. Many companies have ways to incentivise workers who do not use their sick days positively by adding vacation days, or negatively by docking pay for missed days. I remember hearing of kids in high school calling in for each other to skip class or even better calling in sick for themselves, but doing so first thing in the morning while their male voices were lower and more adult sounding. Crafty, but I never did that mainly because I was going to have to be at school anyway so I might as well go, but also because I would have been scared of the consequences I might face if my parents ever found out. And I don’t have a low voice.
What can you learn from this post? Well, don’t lie. Cover your mouth when you sneeze or cough. If you’re smarter than I am, you’ll visit a doctor more than once every ten years but if you aren’t really all that sick, do yourself and everyone else in the waiting room a favour and don’t go to the emergency.
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Huntington Beach, California
