Let's all pretend we're sick and it's 1980 again,
imagine going to the doctor after being sick in bed for one full day, just one.
This doctor would say, I'm going to prescribe some antibiotics to stop whatever is attacking you, and you should start to feel better tomorrow...
Yum, down the hatch it goes by a syringe full of pink kill all the shit that is making you sick...
Delicious, and 10 days of nothing else in the world will be able to get to you, not a god damn thing...
something happened over years, the penicillin was not proffered as it was before....
Poor Miss Evers' Boys, how one dose would have undone the terrible pain and suffering....
Day 5, 2019, you have suffered enough perhaps, so here is your antibiotics, but I'd prefer not to give them to you, until two weeks of suffering has surpassed, that's standard protocol....
Not this lovely doc I saw today, day 4.5, with head exploding pain, got the Z-pack baby, on the mend...
apparently this is not an ode, but rambling ons - steroids too, who cares, and theraflu and all the other over the counter shit, doesn't work, I know I've tried them and I hate taking meds.....
Rest and fluids are overrated, drank gallons of juice on day 1 and slept 24 hours of that day too....nothing mended, only festered...
so back to the star of the land.....moldy bread homage....
Penicillin.....praise be the thing that makes you feel better, whether it's a virus or not, fuck you medical professionals that say to wait it out, you try dying and driving the kids to school...fuck you...give me that pink gorgeous slosh that kills it all...
That's all I have to say for now...4 hours after my first dose...4 hours improvement compared to 4.5 days of deterioration....
Merry Christmas to all, and to all get your selves some antibiotics
