I was thinking back to all the times in the last six months when I read about the perils of antibiotics and how they decimate the "good bacteria" in the gut, and how I promised myself I wouldn't take them again unless I was on my deathbed. In fact, I was posting about that just this past Friday.
My GP frowned, put the Rx pad away, and continued by listening to my breathing and concluded that I have a respiratory infection and possible strep throat. "You need antibiotics," she said. I agreed wholeheartedly. Funny how your resolve melts away when you're sick. I can always repopulate my microflora with a strong probiotics later. I need relief NOW.
As far as the severity of this crash: This is as bad as it's ever been. The only thing I can compare it to is when this whole thing began back in June. Of course, back then I thought I simply had a bad virus and I'd be back to my normal self in a few more days. Ah, the good ol' days.
Does this mean I'm back to square one in terms of healing? Did this crash set the clocks back to June? I certainly hope not.