…in case you were wondering.

Remember Dr. Ish Pendi? Most of you weren’t around when I blogged about him, but he was the “Rock Doc” that came to the busses while I was on the tour, gave me a shot in the butt and some antibiotics in a bottle with a label that looked like he printed at home. Long story short, the pills never worked, I was sick the entire tour, two months of feeling miserable, until I borrowed some different antibiotics from someone else on the tour that seemed to work.

So now a couple months has passed, whatever that was that I had has seemed to pass, and I had completely forgotten about Dr Ish Pendi, until today. I woke up to find this email in my inbox from a comment on that same post:

Did this Dr. Pendi give you antibiotics that were large blue oblong tablets? He came to my hotel room, gave me the same shot and antib’s and I now have a secondary disease from them. Suffering for over 3 months.

Hmmm. Large, blue, oblong pills? Check. Shot in the butt? Check. Secondary disease? What?!! I don’t think I have a “secondary disease”, but how do I know? Well I know that the pills I took didn’t do anything to fix anything. I also know that I was sick until I took someone else’s antibiotics, and that was the only thing that seemed to help.

All of the sudden my brain is starting to realize, “Wait, have I felt good since? Did I ever get better from any of that? Why did I pay $415 to get a shot in the butt and never feel better? Do I have some “secondary disease” that some weirdo in L.A. gave me from a shot?” You know, things like that.