One beautiful Sunday morning last January, I came home from walking the hilly streets of Atlanta, Georgia. Not far from my residence there are many areas where you can power-walk to your heart’s delight. You can go for miles, if you have good health. But, when I got to my farthest point that day, I began to falter. My strength felt depleted, and I still had three miles to go to get home. I made it, but I felt something wasn’t right. It was the following day that I came down very ill. I spent the next two weeks trying to nurse myself. I was experiencing severe chills and intense muscle pain all over my body. I couldn’t sleep, so I had to stay up all night taking Theraflu and Ibuprofen. After a week and a half of this misery, I called for an appointment to see my primary care doctor, but I had no luck, so I went straight to Urgency Care. I thought I had the flu, since I didn’t take my annual flu shot, and ironically the symptoms were similar. The Nurse Practitioner at Urgency Car...