Antibiotics

I tend to avoid medication, even when I'm sick. It's not out of any particular concern or superstition, just a certain amount of confidence that's whatever is wrong, if it isn't serious, will correct itself, given time. (It usually works that way — the cold that lingered during November and got progressively worse during December was a notable exception.) I might take something to relieve cold symptoms, to help me sleep — but that's only because I know that a good night's rest will do as much for me as any medicine.

That having been said, my five-year-old son and I are both on a ten-day course of antibiotics, for a strep infection. (You can probably guess who I caught it from.) It hasn't left me feeling tired, as I might have expected, but I feel as though I cannot get enough sleep — if you can imagine the difference. (Even my son has been sleeping unusually late over the past several days.) I'm not feeling a physical need for sleep — not a craving, like, say, hunger — it's more an of intellectual sensation, as if my mind knows that I need the rest, even if my body doesn't feel the exhaustion.

As soon as I get my son on the bus to school, I'm going back to bed.