The doctor writes down what I might have: an occult bacterial infection.
I’ve presented with vague symptoms–not fever, not chills, not headache; not blurred vision or runny nose or scratchy throat or ear ache or rash or suddenly flat feet. Just a kind of malaise that, if I’m unlucky, might transition to one of the above symptoms. I’m going out of town. If that transition happens a few days from now, I’ll be in a world of hurt.
I get pills to take, two a day, fourteen days.
“What’s occult?” I ask, feeling a slight shiver of excitement. Continue reading