January Sickness

In High school, I used to get strep often.

When I got, it usually meant that I was stressed some way or another.
It always came about when I had AP testing or like flying across the country to Tennessee for a National Competition.

Pathetic, right?

Right when I thought those days of stressing strep were over, I got it.
I got it bad.

This time though, the blame goes to the 30 munchkins I've been teaching.
And maybe the fact that I wasn't washing my hands quite enough after being around sicky kiddo's.

So yes, strep came on full force again. And because I have to make everything difficult, I'm allergic to all the medications that the doctors treat you with to combat strep. Which does in fact mean that I my healing process is longer than it should be.

But to stay on the optimistic side, my husband was the greatest. He cooked, cleaned, and treated me like even more of a princess than he usually does. He is the perfect husband, soulmate, eternal companion, and best friend a girl could ever ask for.

The worst part of strep, you might ask?
I missed kissing him while I was sick.