So maybe this explains it all

So much for self-diagnosis.

Last night, we ended up with one Neighborhood Badass and her two kids, and April came with her husband and daughter. Lucky for us that the two girls were the same age as each other, and of course the boys are only a few days apart in age, so the four of them had a blast. Q, Monkey Man's friend, has a penchant for discovering toys that are still in the box which almost incites a riot until they are put together and used. We ended up busting out a remote-control safari truck that he'd gotten for his birthday back in, oh, November. Also a bubble-blowing machine kit that I have no clue of it's origin. The bubble machine was a huge hit, despite the fact that all four kids ended up with heads full of soap and probably didn't even need soap for their baths last night. Oh, and soap on a concrete driveway = busted asses. It was almost too funny not to look.

Everyone left around 9 PM and the boys and I settled in to watch part of Open Season. Cute movie, by the way. By the time 10:00 rolled around, I felt like a truck had hit me. I chalked it up to being old as dirt and tired from all the running around yesterday so I hit the hay.

Today I didn't feel bad at first, but as the day wore on I felt kind of tired and my throat was killing me and I had a touch of a headache so I took some Excedrin. Then I started feeling like I had the chills. Strep has been running rampant through the World's Most Expensive Preschool, so I started getting paranoid that perhaps I was headed down that path. Then when Meredith called and said I sounded like shit, I grabbed a thermometer and my temperature was 100 - however, remembering what happened last time and how inaccurate those thermometers can be (not to mention that this one was old enough to vote), I asked Joey what he thought I should do.

Now, keep in mind, that every time he gets sick, he waits until he's almost at death's doorstep before going to the doctor. I mean, to the point where he's got fever and chills and practically needs to be put on a stretcher to get in there. And of course, since it's not HIM that had to go wait at the urgent care for countless hours, he insisted that I go.

Miraculously, it only took an hour from start to finish, but the diagnosis is a nebulous one - pharyngitis/tonsillitis. Convenient enough for the doctor to give me antibiotics and a decongestant since apparently I have fluid buildup in both ears (which probably explains the headaches I've had off and on all week). Blech.

So here I sit, one dose of antibiotics down and another to go tonight before I go to bed, drinking a huge cup of green tea with honey from the Bux, and my freaking stomach is killing me. And you know that I have to go to work tomorrow, because EPOD missed so much time last week or was out in the field dealing with problems that had come up. I've got to get my 25.6" diameter acrylic pipe ordered immediately, probably something I should've done last week but he wasn't there to sign off on the purchase order anyway. Oops.

I guess I'm one of those people that gets so wrapped up and stressed out at times that I run myself into the ground. I never, ever would've thought that I'd be sick in April of all times. But come to think of it, when Monkey Man was 2 and not sleeping well at night, I ended up with the most horrible case of strep throat, had a fever of 104 for four days, and missed a week of work. So considering how stressful the last two weeks have been and the blowout with my parents this week, it's no small wonder that I'm sick. Hurumph.

Anyhow, tomorrow I will piece myself together and go on to work even if it's only for a half day. But for now, it's off to sit on the couch, pair socks, and wish that my ears and my stomach would stop hurting.

I am tired. And tired of whining.