Putting the "ick" back in sick

Ugh, I'm sick.

The can barely move off the couch for fear that I will make it three steps and then wish I had one of those stupid "I've fallen and I can't get up" buttons where I would summon help to pick me up off the floor kind of sick.

I've caught my good friend . . . . THE STREP. See the strep and I have a lifelong friendship, he shows up in my life about once a year for a fun-filled party for him. No partying for me.

So I'm on a mission right now to secure the little pills that will send the strep packing for another year or so and had to wait 30 minutes for the lady behind the counter to count out 20 little pills. I offered to help but she turned me down. Doesn't she realize that her pill to minute ratio is pretty sad, no gold medal for her in the pharmacists olympics.

Ok now that I've rambled on in my sick-induced state of idiocy, I will bid you farewell as I leave to pick up my magic pills and crawl back under the covers.