I think that's what the doctor said, but you should never ask, "What's yaws?" unless you're willing to buy the next round.
Ended up with prescriptions for two different antibiotics and a rescue inhaler, plus a nebulizer treatment right there in the doctoring-place. It helped; I'm still wheezing and coughing but I haven't had a really bad out-of-breath episode since. On the other hand, I haven't done much since, either, other than a stop at Panera Bread with Tam for a quick dinner while waiting for the prescriptions to be filled. Went home, took drugs, laid down and woke up an hour later, overheated. Laid on top of the covers and let the TV talk to itself (a series of declassified films about A-bomb tests in 1946, back when a poncho was plenty of protection from fallout) while I drifted in and out. Finally pulled a sheet and blanket over me and fell asleep again, to sleep like an inert object until the alarm woke me, chilled, at 0600.
Up now and I'll see how far I can get. To work? To work would be good. One step at a time, and I'm pretty sure the shower is my first step. I'll see how things go from there.
ETA: Never got that far. Started coughing, can't seem to get it under control. Sheesh.
FETA: (Mmmm, goat cheese!) Eventually managed to stop coughing. Laid down for a half-hour, decided I could be just as miserable on the clock and possibly slightly productive, and went into work. In hindsight, possibly not as clever an idea as it seemed at the time, but it worked out.
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