Boiling Point

The disgusting boil was nearly flat this morning. It has been slowly draining through the gaping hole in the center of it (after it “popped” on Saturday). Four layers of paper towels are placed between the boil and the air mattress every evening to absorb the bloody ooze. Nonetheless, the appointment at the Makahiki Clinic was kept.

The assigned physician concluded that the pus had drained. Oral antibiotics were suggested, but that option was declined. A prescription was forthcoming for a topical antibiotic ointment.

The attending physician also suggested that an appointment be made at one of the “super-duper corona” immunization centers in order to partake of the “vaccine.” That, too, was declined.

Later, upon an attempt to retrieve the prescribed ointment from the designated pharmacy, there was the puzzling discovery that no prescription was transmitted. In the last three appointments, the assigned physician has given the wrong information or has not followed through on procedures. Perhaps, the fact that the physician is a senior citizen herself, could be a troublesome indicator.

Nonetheless, there is now some doubt about remaining a patient of the Makahiki Clinic. For now, being fairly healthy (as well as personally researching test results and treatments) has insured that no surprise health issues are lurking. In fact, the latter should be a universal axiom. Personal care and prevention are essential, along with healthy practices (i.e., good diet, exercise. Relying upon an extremely broken healthcare system is foolish.

Addendum: In the times of “super-duper corona,” self-sufficiency and independence cannot be overstated. Trust has been eroded at all levels.