As I write, I am cozied up in my bed, mid-morning on a Wednesday, still in my pajamas with Scout curled up at my feet.
You may find yourself wondering, "How, Rachel, are you at home writing? Shouldn't you be slaving away at work?"
Don't worry, I didn't decide to become a full-time house wife already. I just received the most awesome wedding gift ever - Strep Throat. When I said I was "cozied up" I guess I really meant "hopped on on antibiotics and Tylenol, with 3 glasses of various juices on my night-stand, a 100+ degree fever and tonsils the size of Jupiter." So it's not really all that glamorous.
Thanks to my immune system of steel, I have never in my life contracted Strep. I would like to take this opportunity to say that it REALLY SUCKS. I couldn't even drink my coffee yesterday morning without cringing in pain and I basically had to survive on milkshakes and Jamba Juice courtesy of my wonderful
fiance husband. Plus it's extremely contagious so I'm hoping I didn't spread it to anyone at work or anyone else that I just happen to live with during our first week of wedded bliss.
This morning, however, I am feeling a bit better. My fever is gone, I actually ate a bowl of cereal, and my throat is noticeably less sore. I guess those horse pill antibiotics were legit.
It was definitely mean to be that we had to put off our honeymoon until the end of April. Talk about lucky.