1. Put gas in the truck.
2. Pick up my Levaquin at WalMart.
It's not going to be a terribly exciting weekend, just me, my Levaquin and a big bottle of water. In bed. The clinic wasn't too happy about my refusing to come in and get looked at, but really - that's a waste of my time and the doctor's. I've been through this enough times that I recognize the symptoms, and I know enough to get my ass to urgent care if things go sideways. In the end they called in the prescription anyway - it was either that or refer me to urgent care after work, which would have been dumb for all of the reasons previously mentioned.