It's 4pm and I just woke up from sleeping off my sickness. Yep, sick again. It's May and this is probably the 10th time I've been sick since I started teaching. I called my team this morning to let them know the germs were taking over and they highly suggested I see a doctor. "For what?" I asked. Well, to get on some antibiotics, duh.

It was 6am, I was sick and not in the mood to argue my stance on antibiotics. But now that I am feeling a bit better (without having taken any medication) I feel the need to rant...

In case you didn't already see this coming: I am not in love with antibiotics. Unless I have some life-threatening infection, I will not take antibiotics. Aside from the fact that I'm allergic to penicillin and a couple other antibiotics, my body has just never fared well on them. Without getting too personal, I'll just say that my body's natural balance is apparently very delicate and some of my lady friends out there probably know what I'm itching to say.

Most people, it seems, have pleasurable experiences with antibiotics and, unlike myself, most people have never had the pleasure of feeling their throat swell up after taking them. Irrespective of severe negative reactions, I think we should all think more seriously about the consequences of overusing antibiotics. I know that's a hard concept to swallow in this fear driven age of too-much-(mis)information. But guess what? Germs are everywhere, people! They're crawling up your fingertips right now waiting for the perfect moment to strike and a cabinet full of antibiotics only makes them stronger. Guess what else? You are a complex living organism and you're going to get sick from time to time but there's always a good chance you'll be just fine. And if you die from the common cold because Nicole Filosa told you not to take antibiotics, well then, I'm very sorry. I'll buy you a coffee when I get to heaven.

Until then, I hope you are all happy and healthy, and a long way off from taking me up on that coffee.