Oh, the sickness. When we were all sick over the holiday, I told myself "at least we could just be sick and get better", because getting better is what I thought we were doing. Everyone seems to be doing that except me. Today, I succumbed to this germy awfulness and called the doctor. Eight times (no one was answering). At noon, she returned my pathetic and sad voicemail and I went in straight away. Less than an hour later, I had antibiotics and an inhaler for the wheeze in my chest. I don't know if I've ever been so happy to have antibiotics in my hands. Let's hope this does the trick!