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I think I've managed to convince myself that the zithromax I was prescribed might not have been such a bad idea after all, and I'm getting that filled first thing in the morning -- assuming I don't manage to cough up both my lungs before dawn, thus making it rather difficult to drive over to CVS. At least I'm almost entirely sure it's not the flu, as I've had this cough for a couple of weeks now. Maybe I've got rockin'walking pneumonia. It might be a tumor. (It's naht a toomah.) Whatever it is, I hope I don't have to cancel my dinner plans, and I definitely hope this is clearing up by Saturday; it's not exactly the sort of present I'd like to give my friends for the holidays.