Managed to work only eight hours, actually made some progress, learned about 1950s elevator controls,* discovered we would not be using the tower elevator in the downward direction that day -- "Kid, we don't carry parts that old on the truck," which I will take from someone who is both my senior and so obviously knows his trade -- got out roughly on time and made it to the drive-thru doc.
I drew a physician's assistant, who didn't hear any crackling from my lungs (I did, in bed in the middle of last night, but I've got to be listening close and I had to experiment to make sure it wasn't my sinuses) but wasn't at all happy with the sore throat, cough etc. Symptomatic treatment was the order of the day, some good strong cough syrup I can only take around bedtime and Prednisone as an anti-inflammatory: a "stop hurting, stop coughing and buy time" approach that makes sense to me; the Tincture of Time cures a lot of things if the symptoms don't drive the patient to distraction. The corticosteroid isn't without its own set of possible effects but it's not for very long, in a hit hard and taper off regimen that ought to help.
The Ancient Greek were probably right, though -- for serious doctoring, there should be some incense and a snake or two around, just so you can be impressed more. There's a boatload of headology in regular-type medical practice: they're mainly arranging things so your body can do the work. It doesn't hurt to breathe on the dice before you roll 'em.
However she did it, I was able to get a decent night's sleep and my outlook this morning is considerably less dyspeptic than it had been. This is a good thing, as I was about ready to sell a kidney, pay off the house, and retire.
* From the 1920s onwards, unless it says "Otis" on the elevator controls and possibly even then, C. J. Anderson built it. Sure, there's someone else's name tag on it, but those beautifully-wired slate or thick metal panels full of open-frame relays, with everything dressed neatly, flat roadmaps of wire held by soft-metal strips? Odds are good C. J.Anderson built it up near Chicago, IL, and odds are they still have repair parts for it. Don't try this at home; elevator repair is a job for experts, and that's who they sell to.
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