but I’m beginning to think the cure is worse than the disease. I was fine (well, for values of fine) till I started the antibiotics yesterday afternoon. Since then I’ve been discovering what the insides of my lungs look like. And I won’t even go into what’s coming out of my sinuses, where I apparently was infected as well.
I told a friend yesterday that I think my body gets sick every September so I can avoid going to synagogue for the High Holidays. So far it’s worked nearly every year since I got married; I’ve either had bronchitis or a diverticultis flare-up every year of the twelve.