Thak you Marielle-

I still get cofused as to what goes where.

Anyway-I got the antibiotics. After our dicussion was done, she says "You're not going to like what I have to say."
I'm thinking, "Oh *****, now I have to kill the bi*ch."

Then she sez "I think you're fixated on these antibiotics-I don't think you need them-but I'm afraid if I don't give them to you, you'll have a bipolar breakdown."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It sounds like a square dance, doesn't it? Spin that gal around, there she blows, let's do the bipolar breakdown! (Many whoop-de-doo's and sounds of kettledrums and fiddles.)

I'm going to take an antibiotic. I think I'm fixated on them...