Your Achille’s heel is a tendency to dream
Tuesday I went back to the doctor and got my third prescription for an antibiotic. Apparently, the drug of choice for those of us with the unfortunate combination of tubercular tendencies and penicillin allergies is the same drug they use to treat anthrax. I’m feeling vaguely superhuman.
On the plus side, the medicine seems to be doing something, but it makes me feel a little…weird. In an indefinable way. I just feel a little disconnected with the world. But after six weeks, I’m finally feeling a little better, so I’ll take it.
The drug comes with some alarming side effects–a predisposition to ruptured tendons, weak muscles, hallucinations and, apparently, a tendency to dream about Janet Reno. No, not THAT kind of dream. When I ran into her, she muttered under her breath, “So that’s Harriet,” in a tone I took to mean she was favorably impressed by me.
And now it is back to work for me. These photos won’t caption themselves. Today I am grateful that Janet Reno is not in any of them.