I went grocery shopping on Saturday a little later than normal because Sarah's new bed was being delivered. After they got it set up, I hit the road to Aldi's and Wal-Mart.
The whole time I was shopping, I felt like an old lady. As I loaded a case of water, a case of Coke Zero and a watermelon into my card I couldn't get over how heavy they felt. Why do they feel so heavy, I wondered? Perhaps I should be working on my upper arm muscles instead of doing all this running.
I trudged through the rest of my shopping and finally made it home, unloaded and put away the groceries and made lunch. At this point, I just wanted to sit down but Sarah was ready to put her room back together.
So I helped her but everything back onto the bookshelf and into the dresser. And finally, we were done. I told her we would hang everything on the walls on Sunday after church because I just didn't have it in me to do one more thing.
While we were dusting her bookshelf, I got some dust caught in my throat and started coughing and sputtering like a two-pack-a-day smoker.
And after all the hacking was done, it hurt every time I swallowed. But I proceeded to make the world's best burgers for dinner (stuff the patties with cream cheese and jalapenos, yum!) while watching a Red Sox game, convinced my husband that when we go to the Cape this summer we really should go see the Red Sox play (at 9 and 10 the kids are finally old enough to appreciate it), and spent some time at my parent's house after dinner. The whole time my throat was scratchy and by bed time, it was down right sore.
I went to bed, tossed and turned, woke up at least 78 times to swallow and the pain got progressively worse with each swallow. I laid in bed trying unsuccessfully to go back to sleep and realized, I had strep.
So as soon as I could pull myself out of the bed, I got dressed and went to the Urgent Care. And of course, the speedy strep test came back positive.
I spent all day yesterday on the couch with a fever napping on and off. Typically when I have strep, I feel remarkably better after just the first dose of antibiotics. Not so with this fun case. I'm on dose three and my throat is still sore. Hoping by tonight when I hit the 36 hour mark on antibiotics I no longer have to wince with each swallow.
So to all my adoring WIWS fans, there is no post and no picture since I did not go to Mass and spent the whole day wearing capris and a sweatshirt.
And a blanket.