Waiting by the Phone

I am waiting for the doctor to call me back. I am waiting to find out if I will need to take, yet another course of antibiotics. Penicillin this time, I think. I am waiting to talk to the doctor because sometime overnight my heat rash has spread from my body to my face (I don't really know how it could do that, but it did). I now have the neck of a lacrosse player, the lips of Angelina Jolie, eyelids that seem under sedation, and skin like sandpaper. Oh, and now that group work has begun, I now have the responsibilities of a $60k/year consultant (without the money, of course). Today I would rather be a have not.