It's Friday night and I have no life, so I'm going to blog about my health. Again.

I decided a week of waking up every night because of a sore throat was a Bad Thing and managed to get a last-minute appointment with my doctor this afternoon. I was not impressed with her during our first meeting last week when she stuck a tongue depressor in my mouth and told me to say 'ahh' and then almost fell to the ground when I started coughing at her, trying to get away from me. She's a doctor!

This time, I got what I really wanted: prescription drugs. Say hello to Mr. Antibiotics and Mrs. Inhaler. She says I probably have bronchitis. I'm not sure what gave her this idea. Maybe it was a clue from the information sheet on the wall? Maybe she just had to say something different from 'virus', which was last week's diagnosis? I don't know, but it sounds good to me - and hey, antibiotics mean clear skin, and that's always a good thing.

Hopefully this means I'll be Healthy soon. Maybe. At least I don't have to take the terrible dehydrating decongestants any more. Woohooo!