Backstory: Two weeks ago I saw the nurse on campus for the first time. We don’t have a doctor. She said to come back on Monday if my cough didn’t improve. It didn’t, I did, she prescribed me two drugs: Advair, twice a day for at least two weeks, and albuterol, as needed for the coughing fits I was having.
I dutifully got the prescriptions filled. I paid eighty-three dollars, which for me, is a lot of money. I set an alarm on my phone to remind myself to take the Advair. Still slower than I’d like, I began to feel better. By yesterday morning I was pretty much fine: an cough or three if I take a deep breath, but nothing I’d consider medication for.
So I posted on another message board, where they have what’s basically an ‘ask-a-doctor’ forum, asking if it’s safe to stop taking the Advair. Why? One of the side-effects listed is that it can weaken your immune system, and the flu is going around campus. I can’t afford to get sick again, especially not with the flu. The response I got, loosely paraphrased: “Yes, you can stop taking it, and I don’t know why it would have been prescribed at all. Advair’s not indicated for acute bronchitis, and in an otherwise healthy person, you’re going to start to get better on your own before an oral steroid does any good at all. There wasn’t any reason for you to take it at all.”
Interesting. I do what I should have done before even seeing the nurse and did some research. Albuterol for reducing coughing in bronchitis: May help, but not a standard treatment. Advair for non-chronic bronchitis? Absolutely nothing whatsoever supporting that, or even mentioning it.
Why did the nurse prescribe these drugs? Fuck if I know. Maybe she was pissed that I wouldn’t answer her questions about my sex life(!). Why did I stupidly fill the prescriptions without spending ten minutes doing my own research? Fuck if I know, maybe because I’m a terminal idiot. I don’t know who I’m more pissed at right now, myself or our obviously incompetent rent-a-nurse. She probably works here because she can’t get a job at a normal doctor’s practice or hospital. I imagine college students are easier to work with: we’re in the prime of life and can bounce back from most anything, drastically reducing the need for a medical professional to know what the hell they’re doing.
So I’m out $83, have 47 doses of one useless $43 dollar drug left, and about 190 doses another useless $40 drug. And I’m fucking pissed about it.