Well as I sit here in the urgent care, I am very anxious. I woke up this morning with a crazy sore throat. The whole thing hurts and I got zero sleep last night. Glamorous right? Wrong.
I just about smacked my hubs this morning when he asked how I slept. Between feeling ill and him snoring, I’d have to say probably 10% of the night was sleep, 60% was stewing over his nasal rumbles, and 30% pity party for my throat. Not a success in my book.
So as I wait, I hope that I have strep. Its one of those things where you just want an answer and some meds to make you feel better. I can’t say I’ve ever had such a sore throat though, and definitely not this sudden.
DH wouldn’t stay home and watch me sulk so I had to drive myself here. Isn’t that the point of getting married? To have someone to share your pain? APPARENTLY not.
Sigh.
Sulk.
Boy this is taking a while. Did you know that waiting rooms are some of the most unsanitary places to be? It gives me the heeby jeevies just walking into them. I’ve used my Purell three times since walking in. Even though I’m already sick… but, Lord knows what this waiting room has seen! I don’t like my odds.
I will write later, I’m getting antsy.
Hearts,
Sarah
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