Yesterday, I was prescribed an antibiotic for a persistent cough. I assumed that the pharmacy would be open late and didn’t check their website until dinnertime. When I discovered they had already closed, and would also be closed today, I knew exactly what my future held. When I die from this cough, the doctor will look across my deathbed to my husband and say with a sad shake of his head:

“If only she had started her antibiotic 48 hours sooner.”