Wow, it was like I knew the symptoms already or something: dx sinus infection, rx Amoxicillin twice a day for ten days.
Back home now and back in bed, after a short nap on the couch to prepare for the tricky assault on the East face of my bedroom.
(Just for Able, with great affection:
Entering the examining room pale as Death, stark naked and glistening with what I supposed to be animal fat, her iron-gray hair in direly snake-like dreadlocks and with a chicken bone through her nose, my fiftyish physician shrieked nonsense syllables, then ceremoniously twisted up and burned the nurse's intake report on a small brass altar inset in the side wall. She licked the still-hot ashes from the brazier, took up some of the resulting paste on her fingertips and traced lines down her face. She then turned to face me, shaking a curious bundle I recognized as a stethoscope, wound and braided with dark ivy in full leaf. Leaping straight up into the air, she hawked and spat a nasty gray blob of ash, sputum and mucus right at my feet before murmuring, "Probably sinus. Amoxicillin, well-tolerated, usually effective, if you're not better in five days, come back."
With that, she turned off the lights and left the room, never to be seen again. Awed, whispering nurses edged in a few minutes later and led me to the outer sanctum, where, with many a grandiloquent flourish, I was presented with a prescription and a bill.
--That's how we've always done it here, of course, but rarely so well.)
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