I am currently the proud owner of the most disgusting set of tonsils you’ve ever seen.
I had to go to Urgent Care yesterday (Sunday) because I didn’t think I’d survive until my primary care physician could see me today. The Rapid Test confirmed what I thought: strep.
It’s now Day 2 of the Zithromax and I’m just now starting to feel like I’m not mostly dead, like in The Princess Bride.
Roger has been wonderful. He’s taken full care of the kids (even getting Reed to his first day at preschool) and making sure I’m getting enough rest.
He’d probably be upset if he knew I was up blogging.
Please don’t tell. And please pass the ice cream.