I'm getting over my second illness in the past month.

Seriously.

First, I had a really bad case of strep. The kind where I needed a spitoon because I couldn't freaking swallow at all. The sore throat started on, of all days, Valentines Day. I'd been keeping an eye on my tonsils (can't see the back of my throat through them), and sure enough, spots appeared. Saturday night I had Jer drop me off at the urgent care center. The doc had a little 'chat' with me first about the flu, the "not flu", and then said "lets take a look at your throat".

Those words sealed his doom.

He pulled out his little tongue depressor and stuck it in my mouth. Which kicked my gag reflex and I "kacked" on him. While he was working on cleaning his face off...

Yeah, he got me the trash can in time. Let it be known that I HATE puking with a passion. I can't just hurl through my mouth, it needs to go through my nose as well. With a throat as sore as mine was, I couldn't clean my sinuses out. So... ew.

Anyway, he said after seeing my throat he'd normally do a quick strep, but considering what had just happened, and from how "fire engine red" my throat was, it was definately strep and he wasn't going to stress my throat from getting a culture. Good idea. I just sat there and nodded as I held the trash can. After a full 24 hours of antibiotics, I was swallowing again.

Then came the nasty yeast infection.

Then this past week I had some weird-ass stomach virus. Ginger Ale and Saltines became the staples of life. Of course, I had to puke with this one as well. Three times. Ugh. I think I have reached my puking limit for the year already.