Last night, I started to feel a sore throat again. I marched right over to urgent care this morning to see what that was all about. I saw the nurse, then she asked if I wanted to see a doctor. Or did I want to wait until maybe later this afternoon to see how I was feeling. Frankly, I was stumped. I sat for a long time thinking about this. Why did I go to urgent care? To wait longer? I finally decided that since I was there, sitting in the exam room, I would see the doctor. The doctor said I should finish the course of antibiotics and that maybe I had a viral infection on top of the strep. Lovely. I seem to be better tonight.
This made me ponder the differences between the urgent care experiences of the last week. One was clearly urgent care hell and it lasted four hours. The other was much better...actually like I was the only patient and I was escorted in and out of pristine rooms like a queen... and lasted 40 minutes. Regis said this is the way the universe seeks balance.
Daffodils and tulips, both with buds, are up in my garden. They look a little dry which is amazing considering all the snow we've had. I saw the neighbors had crocus blooming around the corner yesterday. Spring might be here, after all.
We have a short week of school and that seems fair considering the smack down put on teachers by almost everybody lately. There was some abomination of an article in the paper this morning about why Minnesota didn't get the Race to the Top grant from the feds. Really. Are they serious? You have to read it to believe it. It makes a guy want to just write a letter of resignation from the whole profession.
I made fajitas for dinner last night and orange chicken tonight. Both are labor intensive meals that take until almost 7:30 to cook, serve, and clean up. I'm about done with that crap for the week. The fajitas were made with free-range organic cows and the chickens came from an Amish style farm. I wonder what that means and probably, I don't want to know. I just know I'm not eating any more of that meat that comes from ulcerated poodles.
It's windy and I know I'll have trouble sleeping so I'm going to bed. I'm not exercising in the morning. I asked Regis to drag out a couple of patio chairs so the minute I get home from work, I can drop my butt into one for the rest of the daylight hours.
Enjoy the rest of your week!