I have strep throat. For realsies this time. Last time I thought I had strep it was just a virus faking me out, but this time it is really, truly streptococcus, confirmed by a medical professional.
And it’s ouchie.
It’s times like these I take refuge in hazelnut hot cocoa and my Snuggie.
Don’t judge me. It’s perfect for those times when I can’t decide between a backwards bathrobe or a blanket. Also, it makes me look like some sort of weird cult member, which will be helpful in warding off door-to-door salesmen. Or anyone, really.
(My apologies to anyone unfortunate enough to read the rambling first version of this post. Ambien and blogging don’t mix.)