Do you ever wonder if your body secretly knows there are certain times you absolutely can not be sick?
While my husband was gone out of town, I was staying up late and getting up early trying to get everything done and keep the circus running smoothly. I was dog tired and SO relieved when he got home on Friday evening.
I guess my body figured since number one in command was back in town it was okay to take some time off.
I woke up Saturday morning with a very sore throat. I tried to ignore it, but throughout the day it got worse and my body started aching, too.
By bedtime, I was kicking myself for not going to an urgent care clinic, and I had a sleepless night waiting for 8 a.m. when I knew the clinic would be open.
I got there bright and early and was the first to see the doctor, who confirmed it is strep throat and prescribed antibiotics.
Now, I have given birth 6 times with no drugs, so I am usually not a baby when it comes to pain, but I am pretty sure I have the worst case of strep throat in the history of medicine.
My throat is so sore it feels like there are shards of glass embedded in it, and my gag bag is so swollen and distorted that when I talk it sounds like I am gargling a bunch of marbles.
I am honestly surprised I didn't get some kind of certificate or something. I think it at least deserves an honorable mention. "Worst case of strep throat ever in the history of history. Ever."
So, I've been sleeping a LOT and taking cough medicine with codeine, which makes me sleepy, which makes me think things are very funny that are really not all that funny.
It also apparently makes me write long posts with no point.