I guess I'll go to the doctor

Rob is sick of listening to me cough. My friends on face book are sick of listening to me talk about my cough. Susan wouldn't let me touch her phone yesterday. David has no sympathy for me, as usual. Rob quit sleeping in the same bed with me a few nights ago, and I am almost out of my cough medicine with codeine. I guess I'll go to the doctor today. I would have gone yesterday but I slept through the morning right into the afternoon. I really don't like going to the doctor when I'm sick because I'm sick and tired. My doctor or Rob doesn't understand this concept. To me it is very simple. Who feels like getting dress, going outside, getting in the car and driving somewhere when you are sick? I just want to stay in bed or on the couch and sleep. This very moment I'm trying to force myself to stay awake so I can call school and the doctor. I think I will probably have to have someone give me a wake up call so I can call the doctor at nine. Then when you get to the doctor, he always asks me what is wrong. I could take at least a half of a day answering that question, but I assume he just wants my symptoms. I always look my symptoms up on the Internet now and report to him what I think my diagnoses is at this time. He calls me Web MD, which I don't think is meant to be a compliment. Anyway, last night I also got my face book friends opinion, which should make my diagnoses more valid,  My symptoms are coughing, headache, slight fever, tired, chest congestion and pain. He will look at me, listen to my lungs, look down my throat, look at my ears and tell me to loose weight. I'm serious. He will tell me to loose weight. I asked him what that has to do with anything and what about this cough. He will say "oh yea, you have an upper respiratory infection, but you need to loose weight." The last time I went to the doctor when I was sick in January, I had lost 6 pounds. My doctor and Rob both said it didn't count because I was sick. So now there are conditions on my weight lose. I always get a lecture, too, about why I wait so long to finally come to the doctor. I want to make sure I'm really sick, and I think if I wait a few more days I may drop a couple of pounds. So, I'm going to call Rob and tell him to give me a wake up call at nine so I can call my doctor. Rob will happily do this because he is just excited to know someone else has to listen to me for a few minutes instead of him. I think he pays the doctor a little extra on the side to give me something that will knock me out for a few days. He is considerate like that.