As I'm leaving I walk past lolzie nurse and tell her what just happened and shes like hmm... No... and goes and gets another dr to re-evaluate me. The dude says its in fact thrush and writes me a prescription for Nystatin. I use that shit two and i'm cured.
yeah, I've had something similar to that happen once. after a week of a sore ass throat, not being able to swallow whatsoever (not even my own saliva), no sleep due to the pain, what little I'd get brought on horrible fever dreams -- I dropped by a free clinic, one lady pokes the back of it with one of those huge ass Q-tips and it hurt like fuck. tells me I have a cold. another one comes in, actually looks at it and tells me I have the worse case of paratonsolitus (also known as Quincy) she had ever seen. over 2/3rds of my throat was swollen. I would have died later that night or the next day had I not gone when I did.
she said if I had insurence she would have immediately sent me to the ER, but understood that I didn't. gave me a few antibiotic shots and a prescription for something or another. was suppose to go back the next three days and get three more shots each time, but it healed up fast as shit and they only had to give me one more. the relief of being gone was the greatest I've ever felt in my life.
"I'm the man who has the ball. I'm the man who can throw it faster than fuck. so that is why I am better than everyone in the world."