03 June 2010
You know, they warn you about this kind of thing. There's an article in practically every wedding magazine about staying healthy while you wrap up last-minute planning. They tell you to drink lots of water and watch the caffeine and eat right and get plenty of sleep and to keep the stress in check.
And I did all of that, I tell you. I really did. And what do I get for it? Strep throat.
It's certainly not the end of the world. Boy, am I glad it's happening now and not, say, twenty-three days from now. And we've managed to keep most of the wedding prep on track, so it's not like there's a giant to-do list hanging over my head. (Okay, there kind of is, but I refuse to be afraid of it, at this point.)
Mostly, I am just very bad at being sick. I don't like lying around all helpless and gross. I don't like not doing something. It makes me--itchy.
For now, though, there's me, the antibiotics, a box of popsicles, and the entire second season of Grey's Anatomy. Another day of two of wandering around the house probably won't kill me. Maybe it's even a good thing.