I had not realized how bad I had got; I'd had just about zero energy. A bit more bounce today, though after 8 hours total, that last half hour was uphill all the way.
One of the medications they handed me was a 'scrip I looked at and asked the doc if it was for real: it read "Mary's Magic Potion." (Paging Albert Hoffman?) He grinned and said, "It's something the pharmacist compounds -- topical painkiller, antibiotic, steroid, a little this and that." I asked the nurse when I was checking out if I need to go to one of the specialist pharmacists and she said not to worry.
It was, indeed, not a problem. The resulting goo, a thick liquid, looks dreadful, a sickly pale pink, and it tastes worse (probably thanks to the tetracycline). But it works.
(Here's a PDF of the various versions and their names. "Wiesman's Philadelphia Mouthwash," now wasn't that the label on all those bottles dear old Bill Fields used to keep around...?)
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