Drugs, More Drugs

On the grounds that a month of wheezing, coughing, and sore throat was more than enough, I called my doctor's office yesterday morning, and they were able to squeeze me in for an appointment Monday afternoon. Getting the RV to Palo Alto Medical Center was a bit of a challenge, but I was able to park at Town & Country Village down the street and walk to PAMF. (Which is why I left extra-early for the appointment.) My doctor had a look and listen and said, "You've got an infection in your lungs." He prescribed a two-week course of antibiotics.

After the appointment, I justified using T&CV's parking lot by buying a small smoothie, then made my laborious way down to Mountain View, making a banking errand stop along the way, to collect the prescription from the Walgreen's where I lived when I shared an apartment with Michael Wallis some years ago. After that, it was on to BASFA. My doctor doesn't think I'm particularly infectious unless I were to cough all over their food or something like that, so I thought it okay to make the trip; however, I was so tired and unwell that I bailed out of the meeting after I'd had dinner and before the meeting actually started so I could get to bed early.