Raskolnikov was wrong. There is nothing, nothing romantic or appealing about being an umemployed student with the flu. Good thing about that HIPPA rule, or I might have been able to obtain medicine that would actually help me on a day that my doctor was out of the office.

Actually, I was able to. Thanks to a similarly bizarre law that I can call in, self-diagnose as having strep, and have the receptionist (nurse? maybe? please?) call in a refill to the same pharmacy that filled the first one. I suppose the 5-month wait was enough to convince her that I'm neither a Zithromax junkie nor a dealer