I actually had a moment just now where I thought, "Wow. I feel good." Thank God for that guy who didn't clean out his petri dishes and then came back to find penicillin.
Strange how humans adapt and don't even realize it. The last month I was like the frog in the cooking pot. I was slowly getting worse with an infection and not consciously aware of how much worse. It's like alcoholism. Sneaks up on us.
Cunning baffling powerful insidious.