Like A Kid Again

After a miserable couple days during which my throat got progressively worse, to the point of me not even wanting to eat because eating means swallowing and swallowing felt like fire and razor blades, Jose finally convinced me to go to the doctor. I don't have a regular doctor here since I get free physicals every year from the clinic at work, so I went to his doctor. I saw the physician's assistant, who was really nice. She checked out my ears and nose and throat and lymph nodes and noted it all down on her cool tablet PC.

So yep, I have strep throat.

I'm pretty sure that this is the first time I've had this particular loveliness in about 20 years, as I remember getting it on practically a yearly basis as a kid. But I certainly haven't had it since then. And honestly, I was expecting the doctor to tell me that I just had a cold and it would go away.

But nope. Strep throat. I'm on amoxicillin for the next 10 days to kill off all the little bacterias.

I'm supposed to do the Silverlake Tri on Sunday. The PA noticed my shirt this morning, a tri t-shirt, and asked if I was a triathlete. When I said I was and that I was supposed to do a race this weekend, she surprised me by saying that she thought it was would be ok if I did the race as long as I listened to my body and took it easy. I already missed Battle of San Jacinto because I was sick the week before the race, and I was disappointed to think that I'd miss another one. So we'll see.