strep? really?

So after my weekend of gardening (which, by the way, you should check out my tulips that are blooming) I came down with some sort of cold/allergy thing. Monday was Media Day, so I didn't really have time to be down. I popped some Vitamin C and pulled off a successful press conference and golf outing.

The next two days were full of back to back meetings for this new event I have been appointed. Not a good time to call in sick. So I just kept popping vitamin c. And I kept feeling worse and worse. The pain in my throat was pretty much the worst thing I have felt in a while. I wanted to take a steak knife to my tonsils. So I went to the doctor and he confirmed my suspicions- strep throat.

I haven't had this since I was in middle, maybe high school. It has been so long since I have had it, I have definitely pushed it out of my head how incredibly painful it is. I could not even swallow. Praise God for antibiotics, which I am typically against taking unless I am on my death bed. I can confidently say after having to spit my saliva for two days because my throat was swollen shut, I considered myself on my death bed.

Dreading missing a day of work because my voicemail box was already full and I have sixteen hundred emails in my inbox (that is not an exaggeration- I really do have 1600 in there. IT is definitely going to call me) I bit the bullet and stayed home.

Which brings me to my question of the day- why should we be punished for being sick? I mean, we're sick for crying out loud! I was laying in bed, staring at my blackberry, as emails just kept pouring in....all of them just kept asking me to do things. Uuuuuggggghhhhh.

I doubled up on the antibiotics and am feeling like a new woman today. I got up and made it through my 10 hour work day- so I guess I really am doing better. My boss called to check on me and told me not to booze it up this weekend. Ha. I really don't think my yoga class is in the cards for tomorrow-- I will be doing some dog downs and some eagles in my office as I catch up from my missed day of productivity. Again- see my question of the day.

And in closing, I am sad that I am going to miss my husband's spring tailgate tomorrow.....but I hear it is going to be hovering around 32 degrees so truthfully I am a little relieved to have an excuse to stay inside. I hope the frost doesn't kill my tulips.