The Sickness that Wouldn't Go Away

I have seen a doctor and got some drugs, but they don't seem to do a thing. I think it's clear the infection is mocking me, messing with my mind. It's just trying to prolong my suffering, like a yapping dog that just grabs onto your leg and won't let go.
I almost wish I was getting worse. That way, at least something would change. Then I would know at least where I stand.
I haven't been going to work the last couple of weeks. I showed once for a couple hours, but then the pharmacist told me to go home, given my coughing fits. I guess it's better if I wasn't coughing on the patients' meds or my co-workers. Something about public health. I still go to school, though. Because well, students are supposed to get sick.
My mom probably thinks I got sick because I moved out and haven't been taking care of myself. Maybe she's right.