And no, not the good kind.
You knew you were going to get one of these eventually.
So... I've been sick, in some form or fashion, since my host-sister Nata's birthday. That was back in the middle of May. That was almost six fucking weeks ago.
It started with a classic sore throat -- swollen tonsils with white patches. I get this pretty often, so came to Georgia armed with one precious dose of a week's supply of amoxicillin pills. 14 months in the second world, one Hail Mary. One I did not want to use up before I'd even been here a month.
So I waited it out, and it got better on its own. (Bonus, sometimes it definitely does not no matter how stubborn I am about hoarding my antibiotics.) But then I got a cold. That turned into a sinus infection which lasted a while, and a sore throat on and off, just for kicks. After that finally worked itself out, I actually felt pretty okay for maybe a week, but all my recent outdoorsy activities caused my arms to flare up in a sun allergy, or in other words -- a hideous gross splotchy itchy red rash.
The allergy finally faded maybe on Sunday night. Pretty much right in that same hour, I started coughing. I haven't stopped since. Have you ever thrown up from coughing so hard? I have. Twice now.
I've been doing my best to not let all these varied inconveniences stop me from all the assorted fun to be had (and there has been a LOT, you have to admit). But this cough -- along with associated throat pain, headache, and dandy pulled muscle under my left rib -- has finally worn me down. First amoxicillin capsule, 3:30 this afternoon. Three pills a day, for seven days.
I am just praying that whatever crap is in my body is in fact bacterial. This is my last resort before I need to cave and see a Georgian doctor. And THAT, I do not want to do, not one tiny little bit.