Antibiotics

I’ve been feeling pretty crappy the past few days so yesterday I made an appointment with the school doctor to take a look at me. She determined I had a bacterial infection and said that I could take antibiotics, which medically she’s required to prescribe me if I want them, but she’s morally against them and if I felt strong enough, I shouldn’t take them. She then spent a good ten minutes listing out about 6 different herbal, natural substances I could take instead that she said would clear me out in about a week. I asked how long the antibiotics would take. She sighed—three days.

Give me the antibiotics, woman! I only have about 2 weeks left, I don’t want to spend it sick in bed! Plus, I want to go to Mykonos this weekend! Are you insane?! Needless to say, it’s good old traditional Western medicine for me. I went home early yesterday, took the first dose of antibiotics and spent the day watching movies in bed, and I already feel 100% better than I did before. I also got some kind of Greek cough syrup that helped, but tasted like death—who thought ouzo-flavor would be a good idea? I’m going to do the same thing today, just lay around, until it’s time to get on the bus tonight at 8. I figure I can sleep on the bus to Athens and use that as recovery time. The doctor really doesn’t want me to go to Mykonos, but I have to go. It’s one of the last weekends and everyone is going, and I would hate to be feeling better by Friday but have stayed home and missed this last chance to be with everyone.

Time is flying by so fast. I can’t believe I’m almost done. I don’t know what I’m going to do without everyone. It’s funny, because everyone keeps saying how they are “soo done” with classes, (and yes, school is getting old, here comes summer) but once classes are done, so is our Greek experience. And I’m definitely not ready for it to be over!