I am not a Christian, but I was moved by your speech, and I admire your bravery. Thank you! May the Divine keep you safe and well, and may hearts open to your message of mercy.

She threw azithromycin at me anyway, since my throat was still raw, just as a CYA along with some steroids, but said I’d have likely recovered fine on my own.

There is something particularly satisfying in the midlevel telling me that in absence of concerning symptoms (wheezing, lung crackles, diminished O2 sats, fever, etc) there really isn’t anything for them to do other than maybe a course of steroids.

He gets irritated and says I’m not a doctor or a nurse, so I have no authority on what constitutes “concerning” or even “abnormal.” That maybe I need antibiotics. After much bickering, I agree to go to the doctor, but I’m still convinced it’s a waste of resources.

Little did we know that Jonathan’s last name is actually “Wick.”

Little did we know that Jonathan’s last name is actually “Wick.”