Sometimes I Actually Learn

About 10 years ago, I got sick.  I was so miserable, and when I get sick I get really stupid.  I don't think to take a temperature.  I don't think to take medicine.  All I can do is roll over in bed and play dead.  After three days of misery--chills, aches, sore throat, hot and cold flashes--my friend said, "Do you think you might have strep?"  As soon as she said it, I knew that was what it was.  Sure enough, the strep test came back positive.

The doctor asked if I wanted a prescription or a shot.  I was so sick, and he explained that the shot would have me feeling better within hours.  But oh, how I hate shots!  I said, "Is it subcutaneous or intramuscular?"  He said, "Are you a nurse?"  I said, "No, just a shot connoisseur."

In the end, I had the shot, administered by a WONDERFUL assistant who gave me a really smooth shot.  And sure enough, I was better by that afternoon.  Blessed, wonderful 21st century medicine!!!

Last night my throat got more and more sore as the evening progressed.  We went to the vet clinic, home, to the pet ER (Bella had to spend the night in the hospital), to dinner, and to a movie.  By the end of the movie all I could think was, "I HAVE to get in my bed!"  See?  Stupid!

I got up this morning and turned off my alarm.  I slept for another 4 hours.  When I got up, stiff and sore, I thought, "I wonder if I have strep?"  Amazing, right?  Yes.  Yes, it is.

And yes, I do.