Tamara's been fighting some sort of thing -- respiratory infection, most likely -- since suffering a torn intercostal quite some time ago, coughing and hacking. Over the past week or so, it has grown to include upper respiratory troubles, which she is describing as "just a cold."
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't; either way, I am having trouble convincing her to see a doctor, or even a nurse-practitioner.
Swelp me, she's goin' today, even if I have to drag her in at gunpoint. Stubborn? Sure she is. I am, too.
Follow-up: Took her and, surprise, she's sick. But on proper drugs now.
Working On A Starship
3 weeks ago