Finally, I seem to be on the mend. Just in time, because I’ve just run out of antibiotics and my doctor, the quack, claims I can’t have any more for four days. I’m on my own!

When I came in for a follow-up, the quack forgot that he’d prescribed me a second drug in addition to the antibiotics. We had a heart-stopping moment when I couldn’t remember what it had been called, and he hadn’t put it in his notes, and he said I couldn’t take two antibiotics at the same time. By the time I found the bottle, I was convinced that I had unwittingly incubated the next super-bacterial plague. The mystery drug turned out to be a cough suppressant, but I can’t imagine the suspense was good for my health.