I shan't dwell on it -- I have a buddy in hospital right now who has a great deal more to deal with -- but I've been slightly ill the past week or weeks, and only Sunday hauled myself to the doctor.
Yes, this is exactly the behavior over which I chided Tamara recently. We're both too good at denial and both too fond of one of the worst habits of the Stoics: we want to believe that most physical ills can be solved by gritting one's teeth and outlasting them. Lovely if true, and it probably was true in a time when 50 was elderly. We get a lot better mileage from our meat machinery these days but the price of that is an increased need for skilled maintenance.
Going to the doctor late Sunday meant the pharmacy closed before they filled my prescription; I didn't start drugs until Monday night and spent nearly all of Tuesday in bed. Much of the day (and evening, not to mention both nights) I was blessedly asleep, and perhaps it has had a restorative effect.
I can only hope my friend is feeling better at a similar rate, if not even more quickly.
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