
I finally have some validation for my crappy cross season. After weeks and weeks of feeling crummy, I broke down and went to see my doc yesterday. The last time I saw him was in September, after weeks and weeks of feeling crummy. He put his stethoscope on my back and after about two seconds says "why didn't you come to see me sooner?" My answer: "even though I like you, I don't like to see you, ya know". Next thing he asks is how have I been feeling since I saw him in September and I say well, now that you mention it, not so good.
Long story short, the bug I had in September settled in for the long haul and managed to turn into a nice case of mycoplasma pneumonia. Top that with a nasty sinus infection that won't go away and I'm just a walking bacteria farm. No fu**ing wonder my fall sucked so bad.
I walked out with a fresh scrip for the super-duper, end all, ain't no better stuff, Azithromycin. I really hope it does the trick and kills this stuff so my life can get back to normal.