We went into the clinic, and it was very nice, despite the look of the ghetto strip-mall it was in (I think there was a tattoo parlor on one side and a motorcycle chop shop on the other). But it was clean inside—no motorcycle grease stains on the floor, and the doctor didn’t have any tattoos on her face.

After the exam, the doctor prescribed an antibiotic, and we were on our way. We went to Wal-Mart (across the parking lot) to get the prescription filled, and went back to the RV. Barbara took the first dose and slept for the rest of the day.

I forget what I did. It’s all right, though. It probably wasn’t very important. I think I just shut down to regenerate; kind of like C3PO did in the oil bath. (Didn’t he shut down in the oil bath? If not, he should have.) I wasn’t in an oil bath, though. I don’t think.