icky, icky, poo.

I've got what feels like an upper-respiratory infection, and am wishing I didn't have to wait until mid-September for health insurance (I mean, I'm still thrilled about it . . . but dang). My lungs are seemingly harboring nasty-tasting bouts of PHLEGM, and the hacking all but completely robs me of sleep--that and the stuffy nose, sore throat, chills, and fevers. I NEED AMOXICILLIN . . . even though it makes me run to the potty.