It all started the morning of September 9th.
Well, probably earlier than that, but let’s go with the 9th. I had a sore throat. I knew where this was going. Nowhere good. I started with a kettle full of water, put it on the stove. Set the burner to high. Herbal tea with lemon juice and honey could be my savior.
But it was already too late. The infection had taken its hold in millions of host cells. THE PARASITE HAD WON.
The morning of the 10th my sinuses had filled with muck and I was breathing like Darth Vader. I made it through all my classes on Monday, managed to ace a medicinal chemistry quiz (SOMEHOW), and I went home with the innocent but misguided thought that I could get some homework done.
Instead I conked out on the couch watching Ghost Hunters International. In fact, I fell asleep when one of the investigators was calling out to spirits in a solitary confinement cell in a haunted jail in Ireland.
What’s creepy about my illness was that everyone has it. We’re sharing this infectious organism and I didn’t even realize it until around Wednesday. Gross, gross, gross. Yucky. Stay away.
Now instead of germs I’m going to share with you this hilarious entry from my favorite, highly specific Tumblr gif set blog about pharmacy school.
(answer: For that dose of 250mg, for a suspension of 250mg in 5mL, the dose would be… 5mL. Doctor. Who went to medschool.)