Now, the health center folks here at University don't like giving anti-biotics and for good reason, anti-biotic resistant bugs are on the rise and they suck. So, they only give them out when they are 100%, proof positive, sure-to-the-max that the only thing between the guy in the black hood with the farm implement and life is anti-biotics.
So, having been under the weather for close to a week...no it was more like 7 or 8 days...having been sick for over a week I was confident that they would hand over the goods. I was also confident I could name the product they would give me, since I had had them all when I was younger.
So the doc sees me.
Inconclusive. No fever. Fuck that.
He comes back in with a little bag full of decongestants, antihistamines, and ibuprofen (well, none of that since I had enough to make a hippo not feel it's legs back in my room) and a list of how to cure just about anything.
Let me give you the short version: take drugs, drink lots water, sleep.
It worked then...it is sorta working now.
I picked a great time to get sick: a day before a date, a day before a weekend (that was negated by the fact that...), 3 days before a mid-term exam.
So far the only thing that really made feel good was the two Jameson and teas I had Friday afternoon. But hey, to each their own right?
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