...because I'm pretty sure that I have strep. And I'm pretty sure that it sucks. It hurts to even think about swallowing...so much that I have to talk myself into it. "Do I really need to swallow right now?? I mean I just swallowed like 30 seconds ago. Do I always swallow this often? I don't think so. Maybe if I just stop thinking about it...nope that doesn't work. Just makes me feel like I have to swallow even more".
Such is the reality of what goes on in my brain. Fun, huh? Yea. You should be me. Or my husband. There's a trip. He puts up with alot.
Yesterday was Sunday, but it was not your typical Sunday at our house. I went to bed feeling kinda crappy on Saturday night, so we didn't set our alarm for church. I had my suspicions already that I may have strep because my throat was already getting sore enough for me to start taking some drugs, and sure enough I woke up feeling even crappier. Is "crappier" a word? I'm not even sure that "crap" is a real word. Oh well, it is today. At least on my blog. I wouldn't be so hasty at jumping to the conclusion that I have strep, were it not for the fact that Hope was diagnosed with it 5 days ago and my symptoms were pretty much the same. So much for my theory that washing my hands - and being militant about the kids washing theirs - will keep us from spreading germs around. Hmmph. At least no one else has it...yet.
Anyway, back to yesterday. It wasn't our typical Sunday - not only because we didn't go to church, but because Vince and I didn't even get out of bed until 1:30PM! That is not a typo! I woke up around 9:30, and after popping some advil I was back in bed and started reading the blog of my new best friend (I'll get to that later). Vince woke up and picked up his book and also began reading...which we continued to do for the next four hours. No breakfast...no lunch...just Sunday morning relaxy awesomeness! Hope knocked on the door every so often to see if we were STILL in bed and wondering if we were EVER going to get up??? I was tempted to pull a John & Yoko and stay in bed all day, but we did eventually get up and move our reading from the bed to the couch, where I remained firmly planted for most of the day. And I didn't get bored. Not even once. Aside from cooking us scrambled eggs & toast for breakfast at 1:30pm, and then stir fried vegies (broccoli, carrots, and peppers) along with kielbasa & potatoes for supper at 7pm, I didn't do a whole lot of moving. By the end of the day I was ready to run laps around the house or do a bunch of jumping jacks or something because my legs were so restless, but since the "feeling crappy" meter had continued to escalate throughout the course of the day, I didn't. I settled for stretching alot and going back to bed.
I've been talking too much. Time to go warm up my tea.