I have strep throat. I’ve always thought of strep as a childhood illness and yet here I sit, gritting my teeth and breaking out in a cold sweat every time I swallow while the three kids run around like happy little monkeys — singing and yelling and playing and only pausing occasionally to tell me my breath smells funny.
I thought about telling the doctor this morning that I thought I had swine flu, but I decided he probably wasn’t in the mood. The nurses said they had just fielded a call from a woman who was on the Internet and had discovered an outbreak of swine flu recorded in the 1850’s in which 1,000 people had died. The nurses said she wouldn’t be comforted by the idea that there had been any medical advancements in the last 150 years. I’m trying to imagine having to spend an entire workday talking to people who think they all have the swine flu.
I thought this would at least be a good opportunity to lose some weight since it hurts to eat…but really the only thing that feels good is ice cream. So there goes that.
