I caught one heck of a cold in February, the 22nd to be precise. On March 13th, I sought medical attention, and hard the argument with the Physcian's Assistant who decided that I was an abuser of antibiotics, having had a prescription of them the previous May.
After a bit of debate, I walked out of there with my prescription for antibiotic, and although I had asked not to get amoxicillin, which historically does not work for me, she wrote me out a prescription for a derivative of it.
I did begin to feel better, but once the antibiotic was stopped, my sinus symptoms and cough returned, and in my lackadaisical way, I decided that I didn't feel like arguing with this woman, and due to her interactions with Tim during his last situation, we decided that it was time to move onto a new doctor. Except that I didn't look for one. (I'm a busy woman.)
I got good and sick and wound up with another prescription of antibiotics for a long term sinus ailment.
You know, I finished that antibiotic, and once again, those symptoms are creeping back. I'm not sure what this is, but it appears to be immortal.