Well, it took 10% of my antibiotic schedule to arrest the carnage, and another 10% of it for the unambiguous healing to begin. By this afternoon, my primary mental anguish had shifted from “Will I sleep tonight?” to an uneasy inventory of all of the things I didn’t get done yesterday and today.
Barring a major setback overnight, which feels highly unlikely, I’ll resume a productive role in society in the morning.
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I’m still vibing for you, though I think you’ll have better luck by continuing your medication course. Still, good energy can’t hurt, right?