So I had the thrilling experience of having lovely Dr Mwale running her cold cold stethoscope over my nipples and down my spine while I coughed weakly and tried not to think of La Traviata.
Therefore a week's supply of cephalexin, 500mg thrice daily. Stay home, stay warm, drink lots.
I'm going to give up snogging people at Whitby. Honest. And I have a nice bridge to sell you too, very cheap. But I may be rather more careful about which mucky filfy Gofficks I slip the tongue to in future.
Ow. It's really painful coughing and laughing at the same time.