I once dated this guy who was pre-med and he would attempt to diagnose any ailment I had. While at first it was impressive it became quite annoying and in time made me paranoid. Talk about a solid reason to be a hypochondriac. Anytime I sneezed I waited for him to conclude that I had only weeks to live.
I think because of that experience I have always been reluctant to take myself to the doctor. I don't want to seem like I am overreacting. So, I end up waiting until I am horribly ill and end up walking out with 17 different medications as opposed to if I would have taken myself when I was first sick and could have been cured with one. (I am fortunately not that way with my children).
So, the internal struggle has begun. I'm fairly certain that what I have is a virus, in which case there is nothing they can give me. I am also 99 percent certain I have ear infections. I am prone to those and end up with serious infections and a boat load of medication almost everytime I get sick. The fact that my ears throb so badly that the pain has radiated to my jaw and kills so much I can't even lay on the right side of my face makes me fairly certain that my diagnosis is correct.
That being said I still don't want to drag two kids to the doctor where I am sure I will have to wait, so I rummaged through my medicine cabinet and found antibiotics from when I was sick a few months ago (yes, I know that's bad...I didn't take the entire course of them). In the interest of self-preservation and cost cutting measures I am self-medicating with a 10 day course of amoxicillian. Shhh! Don't tell anyone. That's probably about as good as the doctor could do anyway.
On that note, I am going to take something to knock me out and go to bed...something I should have done hours ago.