Went into work at 0230, went to the doc-inna-box after I got home, and have just now returned from the pharmacy.
The schedule alone would send most people up the Zombezi at the helm of a padiddle,* or at least wanting to stock up on brains, and being sick on top if it is more than a mere garnish. Picked up something nasty during my ailment weekend before last and now I've got two weeks of big ol' capsules to take -- and some little pills, to boot. Ain't modern medicine grand? Ain't havin' to call on it lousy?
* I debated leaving you hanging, but okay, grab an eyepatch and off ya go!
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