Music:Fuck Toronto Jungle - Venetian Snares - 237 0894
I just woke up. Actually, I was thinking of going back to bed, but realize that I would be better off reclining on the sofa with a book than sleeping more. I don't want to get in that up-all-night, down-all-day mode. The fact that I'm thinking of reading means that my head is hurting less. I still have a fever. I still have a headache. But both are better. My lungs have experienced considerable improvement too. On the other hand, my suspicions about my left tonsil desiring symmetry with my right may have have been on target. I now have a sore throat on the left side very much like the one on the right before it got really bad. And my penlight-and-mirror inspection of the site suggests that the tonsil could well be in the throes of strep. I'm already on antibiotics. Now the task is to figure out whether Avelox is the appropriate choice for a severe strep infection, in cast that's what I have. The real question is whether it has demonstrated success against resistant strains off strep, since there's a chance that I have acquired one. They aren't supposed to be in Tucson, according to yesterday's doctor, but you never know. Mind you, I could just have this year's incarnation of the flu. Kim just called. She talked to some people at work -- they do medical research over there -- who said it was actually a good sign that I had such a high fever, that my body has finally recognized the threat. I had the same thought, which is why I refrained from taking Tylenol between yesterday morning and yesterday evening. I have to say, though, that the fever headache is even more unpleasant than I remember. Anytime I cough I'm in torment. All right, off to the sofa.