I am. Slow, that is. It didn't occur to me until yesterday morning that my summer cold has been hanging around for way too long, and that coughing that badly for that long was not exactly usual. Bronchitis? Can't be bronchitis, I though. And it isn't. It's tracheitis, which is essentially the same thing, only higher up. If I thought of this possibility earlier in the week, I might have gotten to see my doctor earlier, started antibiotics earlier, and may have been feeling well enough to join my family in the rented house where my parents have been hanging out with Monkey this week. As is, I am sleepy and tired, and still coughing, and am home alone. Hopefully I will feel better after today's dose of antibiotics, and will be able to get some of the chores done that I have been putting off this whole week.
One good thing about this stupid bacterial infection, though, is that since I have to take antibiotics for it, the very selfsame antibiotics, since they are already in the general neighborhood of my bloodstream, should be doing double duty and clearing out any strep B squatters that might have moved in since the last eviction notice was served. And because of Aurelia's brilliant suggestion then, JD is now on the same antibiotics too, just to make sure the squatters get the message.
My GP also ordered a whole lot of tests yesterday, and I was hoping that at least some will be back today. But none are, so as far as getting any more information, we're on hold until Monday late afternoon.