On the mend

Day three of my antibiotic regimen, and I'm actually starting to do much better. My throat is almost back to normal... although in trade, my sinuses have been flushing themselves out for the last 36 hours, with all the joy, happiness, and raw red nostrils that accompanies such a process. Was feeling good enough to go out today for at least a little bit, though - had to pick up the next 3 azithromycin pills, since insurance is only allowing me 3 at a time. Really, I had no idea that there was such a market in second-hand generic Zithromax that I'd be kept on a tight allowance. All things being equal, though, I've been doing much, much better today than the past few days.

Hopefully, tonight's sleep will be less fractured and full of fever dreams. I've never been quite as unsure of my sanity as I was last night/this morning, and I say that as someone with bouts of periodic severe depression. This was different, though - it became difficult to tell the difference between the sporadic, dreams and reality, and I know there were confused ramblings to myself in my half-waking moments. The night before, it was the same thing, and even NyQuil couldn't make me sleep.