I woke this morning with a slight sore throat, and by lunchtime I was aware of swollen glands verging on the painful.
I have learned my lesson. I did not wait for tomorrow or for the next day. I went to the doctor.
I came home with Zithromax. I hear it is the great wonder drug. I certainly hope so. The glands are now quite "hurty," as my kids used to say, and the antibiotics seem to be making me queasy.
I foresee another day of canceled appointments. Oy. Don’t the bacteria of the world know it’s Advent and almost Christmas and a girl needs to get things done?
(That girl is demonstrating self-Reiki. I may just try it.)