Things are not pretty over here.
And by “things” I mean me.
I am not pretty over here.
Impossible to imagine, isn’t it? Just try.
I woke up Saturday morning with a scratchy throat….like maybe I was coming down with something. I took a couple euchanaisa and spent the rest of the day shopping and going to a conference with my sister.
I got some really cute stuff.
Really cute.
Saturday night I was exhausted and felt a little light headed.
Sunday morning I woke up with daggers in my throat. I felt weak, head-achey and extremely tired. I slept all day and then called the daycare parents to let them know Ms. Kathy was out of commission.
Monday morning was worse. More daggers. Pat arranged a doctors appointment for me. When the doctor asked me what was wrong I started crying. You know. Because I’m super adult like that. And then she asked me the dumbest question a doctor could ever ask an ailing patient, “what would you like me to do for you Kathy?”
I shrugged my shoulders and responded with a super adult answer, “I dunno. Give me medicine.” And then she laughed like I made a funny joke. I still don’t get it.
She swabbed my throat.
I have strep.
She gave me drugs and they have made a difference. The daggers now feel like butter knives. My head is still throbbing. I’ve been wearing the same tank top and sweats for three days now. I’m a sweaty mess. My hair is an intricate system of knots and tangles tied at the top of my head. I’ve been spitting into a cup to avoid the pain of swallowing.
Hard to keep Pat off of me in my condition.
I just reek of sex appeal.
On the upside I finally lost those extra pounds I’ve been working on. And by “working on” I just mean “thinking about”. So that’s always nice.
The End.