My immune system is suffering here in Mexico. Back in the states I’m rarely ill — but since heading south I’ve experienced a whole range of maladies from the common cold, to intense allergies and a liquified stomach (to put it mildly.)
It probably doesn’t help that I’m stubborn when it comes to taking medicine. I hardly take anything more intense than a few Ibuprofen tablets once a month if I have a mega headache, or cramps from hell. Once I tried taking Xanax to calm me down before a doctor visit, but it had zero effect. Maybe that’s why I don’t take medicine — I’m not entirely sure what it is and I suspect 99% of the benefit is more mind over matter then any active ingredient.
But if this cold doesn’t clear up before Saturday then I’m trying out one of these Mexican pharmacies with a doc-in-a-box. I’ve heard rumors that you can just walk right in, tell the doc what ails you, and walk out with a prescription for some hardcore miracle drugs. I will give my bedrest and reading treatment one more night, and then I’m getting some drugs.
My Mexican BFFneeds me on Saturday, because we are in a beer pong tournament and it’s the first time the boys have let her play.
Since others are depending on me, I suppose I can set aside my skepticisum and take some questionable powdered or encapsulated substance with a name disguised so you don’t know it’s actually sheep intestine with a dash of duck bile and a sprinkle of baking soda for authenticity.