Good to the last drop

It's been a week in the clinic. Monday, I saw Dr. Shalauta, my primary care physician for my physical examination, a requirement to the telemetry program I am attending at Grossmont College this fall. I got referral for a mammogram and requested a breathing test because of being SOB on some hikes and colonoscopy for crapping too much as observed by my babe.
Yesterday, I did my breathing test at the scripps clinic in Rancho Bernardo. The respiratory care practitioner (RCP) made me think of blowing candles on a birthday cake. I didn't do much. I didn't care about birthday cakes. I had many missed moments for birthday cakes and candles that I didn't even want to think about them. The RCP changed the scenario and got me into a watermelon seeds spitting contest instead. I did better and scored. I learned from initial computer markings that albuterol does not increase my lung capacity. I will always be the SOB hiker else I condition myself if I want to be with life-long hikers. It was Vincent, Maritie's husband who agreed with me that I probably need more conditioning for moderate to strenuous hikes.
Today, early this morning at 4 am I got my babe drive me to urgent care at scripps clinic at Torrey Pines having coughed for the last two weeks. Urgent care early morning visitors consisted of a young woman, more on the overweight side and with sleeve tattoos complaining of pain on her nape. The screening nurse gave her hot packs. After the visit intakes, she went back to the couch where her husband was waiting and worked on her iPhone. An elderly lady accompanied by her son came after me. A man complaining of pain because of kidney stones also arrived and he was ushered into the clinic as soon as he came. Meanwhile, the lady with the sleeve tattoo left without being seen by a doctor and the elderly lady was ushered in first. I waited almost 2 hours before I was ushered inside the clinic by a dark haired middle-aged looking nurse named Samantha.
Richard joined me in the waiting room after I was seen by Dr. Kenneth Alan Schild, a proper-looking doctor who looked more like a college professor or a research scientist to me. Dr. Schild ordered x-rays for me: one for sinus and two for lungs, one frontal and another taken sideways.
Dr. Schild came back to the consultation room after about two hours with verdict. Pneumonia!
Huh?
The RN who came to discharge me wanted to make sure I was alive before she sends me home.
"So you don't send anyone home if they're dead?" My babe asked the RN.
Dr. Schild sent me home with doxycycline and Iophen C NR liquid. Its codeine phosphate with guaifenesin, a cough syrup with codeine. CVS pharmacy gave a medicine dropper for the narcotic relief cough syrup. To urgent care early morning visitors like the guy writhing in pain for kidney stones, narcotic relief is a treat. My babe saw him leaving the clinic happy and relieved and happy after only about an hour of visit.
I am sure the Iophen C NR will be good to the last drop since there are no refills for narcotic relief.