sick

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.