For my next bizarre illness...

Today, Rebekah and I spent 3 hours in the "prompt care" facility here in Racine, WI. During which time, I believe we were both exposed to many more germs and sicknesses than either of us has ever seen at one time before. I swear to you, we moved seat three, four, five times! And each time, no matter how craftily we plotted our next seating arrangement, we ended up next to another hacking cough, or phlegm-spitting nasty case of one kind or another. The last guy Rebekah sat next to was muttering "help me, please"...then lapsing into a sort of nap, only to wake and begin whining again. Finally, they called us in, and I felt badly enough for the whining guy to give him my spot -- only I was sure Becks would have left me there alone if I made her wait any longer than we already had. In the end, we had just gotten showed to the room, when all the doctors and nurses were called out into the waiting room for an "emergency"... My money was on the whining guy -- apparently he really was in need of help. Anyway -- back to me!! I now am the proud recepient of a shot of pennicilin for my new case of Tonsillitis. I've become amused at my ability to just... get things! Shingles.. Tonsillitis... sure! why not? And as I'm leaving in a matter of days to FLY to Germany - I figured the shot would be quicker than the oral medication. And hopefully, it will be -- but it hurt like no other shot I've ever had.. and I've had a few. So now I can't swallow... and I have a horrible pain in my ass. Now I know what you're all thinking - "The irony: she IS a pain in the ass, and now she HAS a pain in the ass..." Yup. That pretty much sums it up.

In other news: Happy Birthday to Me week has finally come to a close. Because I have the somewhat grown-up responsiblity of work... This year marked the first year that "Happy-Birthday-to-ME"-week was broken up over the usual 7 days... but with breaks in between for the work week. Therefore, I've now celebrated just about enough. And Doug came up to visit with his lovely new wife -- therefore, is my Birthday week complete. Well... almost... Andy did not make it this year. And I'm sure it's payback for me missing his birthday. So Andy, if you read this, know that ANY time you come down and visit it will be like "Happy-Birthday-to-US"-day! Ok? But AJ.... you're dead to me.

Thanks to all the friends and family who stopped in this year - you are too numerous to name, but you know who you are.... I love you all, and look forward to next year's celebration of 26 years of excellence!!

(PS. Mum... I hope your back gets better soon. Have fun with the Vicodin!)