It's been a tough week aka an hour and a half at the minute clinic...

Last Sunday we were doing the final cleanup before the house I'm selling appears on the market. Waxing the floor was next on the list, but I left the sponge mop at the condo and didn't want to buy another. No problem... I put on rubber gloves and swabbed the floors with a glossy sealer/wax product using an old towel.
The bad part was the fumes... we wreaked of the stuff and rushed home to shower and change. Already affecting my asthma, I puffed a round of medicine before bed and again in the morning. Monday night brought on raspy throat where everyone thought I had a cold. My voice deepened so I was able to do Sylvester Stallone (Yo Adrian) imitations.
No, I don't have a cold said I as they asked... that's because half the office had passed something around and many were missing a few days at a time.

Things changed on Thursday night with a sore throat coming on and Friday morning it was unbearable requiring a trip to the walk-in clinic down the road from the office.
One person waiting in front if me... piece of cake, I thought.
Touch screen log in process with 30 minutes wait. A few minutes later a young girl stood by the exam room door expecting to get back in line after missing her chance earlier when she walked away.
In a nice way, she was told to log in again and book a new appointment.

Ahhh... my name was called and the usual ID and insurance came out along with 30+ questions. No, no dental work in the last 6 weeks, no alcohol, no smoking, I no longer take the 9 medicines listed on my profile!
Elevated blood pressure (no surprise) no fever (good thing) no strep throat (another good thing) but the nose swab showed I have the flu.

The prescriptions had 4 medicines along with explanations and It was electronically sent to my pharmacy across the street. The process was quick and I was back to work alone in my office as everyone else bailed out... sick!

Plan change on Saturday and I didn't go to Miami, instead I checked an installer working on a kitchen to make up for him taking a day off during the week.

Back to the condo for intermittent sleep for the rest of the day. The throat pain and earaches have subsided enough on Sunday morning and I was 'well enough' to mow the lawn Sunday afternoon.

Funny story regarding people who are throwing bids for my house nearly half the asking price. The realtor has to respond to every request... even if it's unqualified.
I told the realtor to tell them your client is nearly deaf and unable to hear numbers that low!