Wallowing in Self-Pity

I'm not even going to try to deny it. I have freaking strep....and it came on quickly and violently. I went to the oh-so-cute and precious Dr. Sweet (I swear, that is his real name)...and got myself medicated. I heart him. He has a great bedside manner...it's almost worth having the damn strep. Almost. House is going to hell in a handbasket (Didn't have far to go, at that), and the kids are driving me crazy, but I don't have the energy to do anything about it. I did put on my full "drag" today, since I was going to see the fabulous Dr. Sweet....but I am ready to get into my cozy jammies & let My Baby's Daddy feel sorry for me. He (MBD, not Dr. Sweet) said that he knew I had fever delirium at 3:00 a.m., when I asked him to snuggle me. (Chills, etc)...anyway, I am usually a good patient...I can keep going most of the time, but this crap is kicking my hiney! Don't you think one day of moping is in order? Just chillin' with the laptop, and my aches and pains...I thought so. I wish I had a cute "I'm sick" graphic to go with this post, but you'll just have to use your imagination.