Aaarghshefuy.
Fucking. Fever. Nose clogged up to my sinuses. (Dear sinuses, I hate you. You've made my life a living hell since I was 11. I thought you'd finally been subdued, but obviously not. You fuckers.) Shivering. Aching. Not good. Not going to work. Argh. Must stay up until 9 so I can call in. Debating wether or not to go to bed after.
Uuuuuuuuurgh.
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Re: feel better soon!
The thing is, it's a bit of a fight between my desire to be able to actually breathe for the first time since I can rmemeber, and my (strong) reluctance to have anything done to my body, medically speaking.
Yep, antibiotics are the thing I'm most strongly "opposed" to, so to speak. We had a rather level-minded doctor and my mum was always sceptical about need for antibiotics, so I've grown up with the "If it's not necessary, don't." attitude. I know a few people who've bred strongerr bacteria because their doctors prescribed antibiotics at every turn, and I'm not taking risks.