It's Wednesday afternoon, and I just finished work. I worked at home today. I haven't been in the office all week and I won't be in the office until Monday because I have bronchitis. I've been sick on and off for weeks - weeks, I tell you! - but according to the tests administered by urgent care two weeks ago, whatever it was was not COVID, strep, or flu. I had hoped for strep because then they'll give you antibiotics. I'm a big fan of antibiotics. Antibiotics always work.
It got better and then it got worse and then it got a little worse until I was up in the middle of the night coughing so that the neighbors could probably hear me. Back to urgent care again, where I had a chest x-ray because the nurse didn't like the look of my pulse ox, and it turns out to be bronchitis. They gave me doxycycline, methylprednisone, and some cough suppressant thing the name of which I cannot remember. Oh for the good old days when a doctor would order pathetic specimens like me to the seaside for a month. But I'll take the drugs, and I'll be fine in a few days.
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