Here's to Good Health...

I only see the doctor when I have strep throat or I'm pregnant.

Seriously. And when I'm really tired, I know I either have strep throat or I'm pregnant. So one day this week I got really tired...and no, I'm not pregnant.

Although I'm married to a fantastically good-looking doctor - he's useless in the prescribing business (it may take years for me to forgive him for it). So, I waited dutifully for 24 hours to be seen (so the rapid test would work), dropped my kids off to my saint/friend/surrogate-mother and spent the next three hours driving with a 102 degree fever, getting lost, going to a clinic that was closed, waiting, and finally gettting the antibiotics I needed for strep throat. After three days and one not-so-nice-1 am-phone-call to the on-call doc for some narcotics (which he wouldn't prescribe to me because he said strep throat was just one of those things you "need to ride out."), I'm fever & pain free and I didn't overdose on the massive amounts of ibuprofen & acetaminophen I ingested. And thank you to my friend who watched my boys so I could sleep and thank you to my friend who brought me lunch meat so I could feed them something without cooking and thank you Randy for doing everything else.

But here's the catch - when I get really run down, like from a bad sunburn, or loss of sleep from a cranky/puking/sleepless newborn, or from being feverish for 72 hours - I get herpetic. Thus, I now have massive cold sores erupting on my lips and inside my mouth. When I had Josh (he was the cranky/puking/sleepless newborn I was referring to), I got them around my eye. It's freaky. It's ugly. I am one big blister. The bright side, I'm taking Valtrex and it should go away in a few days. I plan to stay indoors until they do.

The moral of this story is that I'm grateful for good health - it takes weeks like these - a swift kick in the pants - to remind me that good health is not to be taken for granted.