My doctor is a health nut.
Which is good, because health is a good thing, and better him than me when he runs his marathons.....
but it leads to a certain amount of waffling when it comes to the antibiotics.
"It could be a virus - lets just see how this goes. Rest and call the office if you don't feel better by Monday."
And sometimes, that's okay.
It is NOT okay when I'm looking at him with a small stream of drool falling out of my mouth because my tonsils are so big (and HURTING) that I'm afraid to swallow.
I smiled gently.
Trying to talk with the giganticus owie tonsillicitus in my mouth, I said simply "Ah hoo wick or hids."
He looked puzzled.
I swallowed again. (Cut glass and jagged stone, and how is your day going?) Cleared my throat.
"I will lick your children."
I have the drugs.