The good shit

The level of pain yesterday could only mean one thing and when I saw a Doctor this morning my suspicions were confirmed and I not only have tonsillitis, but it's all gone a bit septic and horrible, which is why I'm running a temperature, why my throat and neck are all swollen and lumpy and why I'm struggling to sleep and swallow. Such a bugger especially as the latter are two of my favourite things.

So now I have a packetful of penicillin and am wondering why I even put myself through the bother of trying to fight this on my own as I have obviously made things worse and prolonged the agony. All those diktats about not using antibiotics at the drop of a hat because they lose their effectiveness and people being big softies who now just immediately run to the Doctor crying for prescriptions when they don't need them have obviously stuck with me somewhere along the line.

I think the next time my evil tonsil man comes around, I'm just going to trust my instincts and my own past history, which is to say, If I get it, I get it bad, so go get the good shit.