"For Cryin' Out Loud! ": Making allegorical lemonade...

Now officially under week 2 of the Seige [of the terrorist sinus infection that has taken my body hostage], I find that not only do I remain arguably in captivity, but that my assailant has gained an accomplice. As if his buddy *Lary (a.k.a.- "laryngitis") weren't aide enough, to add insult to injury, he's now coerced my assumed trusted ally, *Annie (a.k.a.- "antibiotic") to play out some sick game of "let's kick her while she's down". Though hard to believe, Annie (if that's her true identity anyway, now i'm not so sure) has accomplished very little of her prescribed purpose in my life (to rid me of my aforementioned captor), but to the contrary- has apparently recruited (cultivated really) yet another infection (which shall remain nameless) to take some easy shots at me in my time of despair. For the confused, let's recap. The body of your friend Bel has come under attack in a tragic turn of events circa last week (translation: an excruciatingly LONG time ago). It is a nasty warzone in which I can trust no one. I am now being treated for two separate ailments, the second of which was caused by the proposed remedy for the first. Fabulous. Well, as my favorite book suggests... this too "is the day that the Lord has made". Anyone care to take a guess at what I will do "...in it"? Hope you'll join me;-).
*Names have been altered, because I'm courteous like that.