Chapter 5The days dragged past—not that I was expecting Dr. Autry to show up in the Anat and Phys lab or the lecture hall. Professor Ellison was disgustingly healthy and never took sick time off, although he didn’t discard his habit of coming in late on more than one occasion.
As a matter of fact, I was glad Dr. Autry didn’t show up. The reason why the days dragged was simply because I waited for the phone call that would confirm or refute my suspicion that I had an STD.
So I skulked around campus, hoping I wouldn’t run into Dr. Autry, and paradoxically hoping I would. God, I was one weird puppy.
I did feel better after a couple of days on the antibiotic, but I was no fool, and I continued taking the Cipro Dr. Autry had prescribed for me, finishing the last of the tablets on Friday morn
