just my luck... part 2

I am a really lucky person. Really, I promise. Probably the luckiest person in the whole wide world. After waking up and seeing that my tonsils didn't look a whole lot better, I decided that enough was enough and I should just go to the doctor. The doctor's first words after looking at my mouth (without a light or magnifying glass) was, "That's disgusting!" (Ok maybe he didn't use those exact words, but he might as well have said that.) The lab tests confirmed my suspicion that I have strep throat (fortunately I'm not contagious anymore). So I went home with a bottle of penicillin (so it doesn't come back) and a warm fuzzy feeling inside for being right about my self-diagnosis (now if I could only just write my own prescriptions, I would be set).

As if this wasn't enough excitement for one day, after picking Luis up from school, we got hit by another car (neither of us were hurt). Yay. There is enough of a dent in the back of our car that it is likely going to be very inconvenient and time consuming for us to go get the car fixed, but not enough of a dent for us to be able to just buy a new car. Boo. I love my life.