I hate being sick

I hate being sick. Even with the blessings that no one else has caught it yet, and it was at a time when my husband could stay home and take care of the kids ALL WEEKEND and on Monday. I still hate being sick. I hate even more when I finally cave and go see a doctor. Then the doctor inevitably tells me that it does look like I've come down with something, and I should start feeling better in a few days. And if I haven't heard from them in 3 days, call about that step culture that he did. !?!?!

Do all doctors think all patients are stupid? Is it not obvious that if I'm in his office after 4 days of complete misery with a throat so infected that I couldn't talk without extreme pain (and I've passed a kidney stone--it's not like I don't know how much pain is a descent amount of pain), that maybe a little more than, "You're sick. Check back in 3 days" would be appropriate.

I hate being sick. I hate have to talk to doctors who assume I'm a wuss and an idiot. Especially when I am already feeling crappy because I'm sick.