This time I didn't wait four years, but I have been living with a sore throat and stabby ears for about four weeks and it was becoming apparent that it wasn't going to go away on its own. When I called for the appointment, my regular doctor wasn't in, so they worked me in with someone else. I'm weird that way; I'll be miserable for four weeks but when I decide I want to go to the doctor I want to go right now.
When I got there, I discovered that the doctor who worked me in was an ob/gyn. I could tell because her nurse was really nice. OB/gyn nurses are always nice, I guess because they spend all day dealing with uncomfortable hormonal women. She took my temperature, and it was 99.1. Instead of shrugging it off, she said, "You poor thing...you have a fever. That's enough to make you feel bad and run down right there." I immediately felt vindicated, because there is nothing I hate worse than going to the doctor and being made to feel I'm not really sick enough to go to the doctor.
So now I have antibiotics and nasal spray and an excuse to stay home if I wanted to stay home, but Middle Daughter doesn't have to be at school until after lunch today and it's no fun staying home if you can't be home alone.