I Caved

Because my symptoms from my 7 week fight with a virus returned this morning, I finally made a rendezvous with a doctor.

My friend Molly, to my surprise, called and made my appointment (as the front receptionist didn't speak much English). I then rushed downtown before the office closed at 1:00. The stark waiting room smelled like Chloraseptic. But I got what I needed after the doctor listened to my chest and war stories from the past month. He prescribed a 50 euro antibiotic that I take once a day for the next seven days along with a nasal spray. If only I would have listened to those around me and gone a month earlier. That's what happens when you're stubborn.