Italian for stubborn.
Forty eight hours from onset of the flu is the time frame in which to take the antiviral medication tamiflu. It shortens the duration of flu like symptoms for most who take it, and it can prevent the worst of symptoms from becoming life threatening.
Friday, my husband called the doctor but gave up right there when the office was closed. Now the health system I work for has a dozen urgent care centers open until 10 PM for those who can't wait for the doctor to open the office on Monday. He didn't go. When he left the house Saturday, presumably going to the clinic, he returned in 30 minutes and said the doctor told him it was a virus. His window for tamiflu was closing and I knew he was lying about having gone to the clinic-he was home too fast. I've done all I can to make him see reason. Today, he awakened feeling worse and I begged him to go. He said he did, but he failed the quiz:
Nurse Rudee: "What did the doctor say?"
Sick Husband: "He said I have a virus."
NR: "Duh. Did he swab your throat?"
SH: "Yeah-it was negative for flu."
NR: "Really? I find that hard to believe."
SH: "Why would I lie?"
NR: "How did they swab it?"
Lying Husband: "They stuck a swab down my throat."
Oh the lies. He didn't go-or he did and was disgusted by the line to see the doctor and left. A flu swab goes down the nose to the back of the throat. A nasopharyngeal swab. Don't lie to the health care provider. We have radar for the lies. I'd have thought he would do anything to get a little better. I was wrong. He won't wait in line with the rest of the planet. He'd rather die and make us all suffer in the interim.
If it wasn't so tasty, I'd pour that whole pot of homemade chicken soup down the drain just for lying to me. As it is, it may be the only cure left to him.
Perhaps Gladys Upham said it best: "talking with a man is like trying to saddle a cow. You work like hell, but what's the point?"