After the third day of heading into the office looking like death warmed over, I took off this afternoon and went to the doctor. "You have an upper respiratory infection, in other words, the common cold," the doctor told me. Well, I kind of figured that.
I left with a Z-pack prescription and instructed to get some Sudafed - after she told me how to make meth from Sudafed. "All you need is a Bunsen burner..."
I wonder what the Waiguoren Critic of South China would be given if he was congested in China. Would a clinic send him home with some herbs to chew on? :)