biologically unfit

I'm still sick. I swear I have the weakest immune system possible without having some auto-immune disorder.

Just as I thought I was getting better... BAM... fever, throat on fire, and some not-your-typical-monday-morning crappiness hit me like a ton of bricks.

Turns out my body has become a bit resistant to amoxicillan. Wonderful. My mother lovingly told me with a laugh that I'll surely be the first to go whenever the world gets crazy enough for biological warfare.

I guess it makes sense though. I mean, I've only been eating antibiotics like candy since I was born. Constant ear infections for the first 2 years of my life, then constant tonsillitis until I was six and had them removed. Then, at least one case of strept throat a year until I graduated from college. Now at least it seems I only get hit bad once every two years, but each time it seems worse. Is that an age thing?

I also love that my family doc here insisted that it was tonsillitis, even after I told him I had my tonsils removed 25 years ago. His specialty is dermatology, but still, come on! On Tuesday I finally went to an ears/nose/throat specialist who confirmed that my tonsils had not grown back, my throat was just so swollen and funky looking that apparently only a specialist would be able to tell that I didn't actually have tonsils.

10 more days of a stronger antibiotic... another week in bed. I feel bad about missing so much work, especially since all of my new classes at the television station just started up the week before I got sick. But, I got an email saying that all the students are happy to have me as their teacher and they can't wait for me to get back... so that was reassuring.

Alberto, in the meantime, is becoming an awesome cook. I knew something good would come from all of this.