What a difference amoxicillin makes

Last Wednesday, I started feeling pretty ropey. We’ve had a fair run of illness in the family, nothing serious, mainly 2YO-related nursery type things. But I really felt rubbish, almost to be expected just before a holiday, of course. By Wednesday night, I’d identified that it wasn’t a cold, or flu, but was just like the previous time I’d had tonsilitis. Shivering, sweating, painful lump in the throat, the lot. No chance of a doctor’s appointment before heading to the airport on Friday night, sk I broke out the Zombie attack emergency ration of amoxicillin. That stuff is brilliant – by day 4 of the course, everything was back to normal. It would have been an impossible start to the holiday if I’d been walking wounded. Not for the first time, I give thanks to Alexander Fleming for his transformative work.