I’ve been feeling poorly for a while now.  Mostly, I’ve credited it to being pregnant and having a cold, but yesterday things went from bad to worse, so I made a doctors appointment.  It’s a good thing I did.  Turns out I have strep throat.  So, now I’m on some heavy duty antibiotics and the doc said I should rest and take it easy.  I reminded him that I have a 7 month old.  He said to try anyway.

On my way out of the office, I fell off the curb, ’cause I’m elegant like that, and couldn’t get up right away.  After a few moments of feeling completely ridiculous, I managed to heft my carcass up off the asphalt, swallowed my pride, and went back into the doctor’s office.

The nurse cleaned up my knee and gave me a kick-ass bandaid and gave me strict orders to go home and rest.

I went to walgreens, filled my ’script, and came home.

Jason, who is working from home today, cleaned up my knee again and gave me a new bandaid as I had bled through the first one in the 45 minutes I waited at walgreens for my 7 little pills.

So, now I’m sitting here with my leg elevated, and an icepack on my knee.  My toes are swollen, and my knee hurts like hell.  I can’t even bend my knee without help.

My throat hurts, my ear hurts, my knee hurts, I’m sick, and I feel like the most pathetic person on the planet.

Oh, and Jason popped in a movie for me: Fantastic 4 and the Silver Surfer.  My day just keeps getting better and better.