Yesterday we sat on breeezy Habima Square and enjoyed ourselves so much it was only near the end that I realized I had put myself in harm’s way again.  By today, my cold had turned into a hacking cough that wasn’t coming from my throat.  I slept through the morning but by the late afternoon, Ezi could bear me no longer and decided to take me to the health clinic.  Now Friday afternoon is when everyone sleeps in Tel Aviv, but the clinic is open until 8.  So Ezi dragged me there, bucking and digging my heels in like a donkey.   I knew that even though everyone is sleeping, they would send me on wild goose chases.  So it started with a covid test.  And then, when I passed it at last, a superficial examination and then an x-ray.  So most of my time was spent waiting.  

And the diagnosis – just take few weeks of antibiotics and enjoy the codeine in the syrup.  Perfect ending to a Purim day.