Let the pill taking begin…
Amoxicillin. I arrived at work gasping and wheezing this morning and my boss made me go to the clinic.
At first I tried to make a regular appointment with my doctor, but the next available one is in three weeks. This thing would have either gone away or croaked me by then. So I made a so-called emergency appointment and got seen in an hour by a nurse practitioner.
The NHS paradox: good in a crisis, not so good for the routine.
She decided against steroids, but she could hear junk in my breath-bags, so antibiotics it is. It’ll be five weeks tomorrow since I caught this bug, so I guess an infection stands to reason, but I hate taking antibiotics. My gut microbiome is a sacred garden. Bring me kefir!
Still, it was great to have official doctor’s orders to skip out on work and be a lazy sack of shit all weekend. Have a good one!
November 8, 2019 — 8:27 pm
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