After a super painful and fevered filled night it seems I have made it through... a little worse for the wear, but alive. I woke up to email work about my sick day... downed some 'tussin and crawled back into bed. About noon I surfaced and started plowing through symptoms and what not on webmd. Oh.. yeah.. so I am pretty sure it was strep and I started debating the usefulness of heading to the doctor's office.

A nice article from the mayo clinic pushed me over the edge of my... trepidations.. of heading into the medical-industrial complex. You know.. concerns about kidneys, Rheumatic fever, and scarlet fever all sort of made this a 'get this shit fixed'. I threw on my sandals and went off to the emergicare joint down the street. Greaaaaaat... I am breaking an fifteen-plus year streak of not being at a doctor's office.

The doc's office was an okay experience. The ladies were quite charming and made great conversation. Though it was a bit awkward when I explained I didn't have a primary physician and couldn't tell them the last time I was in the hospital/docs office. Oh, and when the blonde haired one came into confirm my strep she politely told me that "bitch'n" isn't a normal response.

With a 'script for penicillin I shuffled to the sad sad place that is 'walgreens'. Ugh.. it's like a zombie film if old people were the zombies. An annoying thirty minutes there I head home. Stellar.. the fucking medical community just latched on a grappling hook into my information, person, and future. Stupid strep.

In other fun news I found a new group for some low level techno beats: h.u.v.a. network.