It’s. A. Fucking. Cold.

Not the flu.  Not strep.  Not ebola. 

A cold.

All a doctor will tell me is that I need to rest and drink plenty of fluids, which I’m doing anyway.  A visit to the doctor’s office is a waste of money and will only expose me to other people’s germs, and since I’m already sick, I certainly don’t want those.

And yet I get lectured like not going to the doctor for a cold is equivalent to stabbing myself in the eye with an icepick.