And yes, it even cures Anthrax.

No surprise. End of the holiday season. We were in the homestretch. 48 hours left until school started and suddenly I wasn't feeling so hot. In fact, I was freezing. Shivering. I think Mom would have said I had the chills. And a raging headache. And a wicked sore throat. And family coming from Texas in less than six hours. Crap. No problem, dinner would be takeout. Except. Except that my sister is allergic to gluten. Double crap. And soy. Triple crap. Gluten was bad enough, but soy was darn near impossible. You have no clue how insidious soy is, until you know someone who is allergic to it.  The double whammy of soy and gluten eliminated virtually all restaurants. And this sister had watched Caitlin and Ryan not once, but twice while I was vacationing with Ken in exotic locales. I owed her. It was time to triple up on the Advil and step up to the plate to make her a decent dinner. Definitely time to pull out Giada's roast chicken recipe, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. 

We made it through dinner. I stayed awake until 9 p.m. to be social and then bailed. Next morning it was off to the Doc in the Box. He was appropriately impressed by my symptoms and off I scooted to the pharmacy with a prescription. It was only later that I scanned the (as always) alarming list of potential side effects, that I saw my antibiotic was also used in the treatment of Anthrax. Great. But more importantly will it make me feel like a human being again?