I have strep. Streptococcus took down six Thirdlanders before he got me in the headlock as well. I'll get you next time, Streptococcus. Revenge will be sweet indeed.
A guest teacher arrived this morning as I scribbled out some brilliant lesson plans, so I was able to head over to the walk in clinic for the strep test. The Physician's Assistant didn't think I had strep, but ordered the test anyway. As usual, I was right about my diagnosis. Maybe I should just be given a prescription pad to save everybody a lot of time and hassle.
Heading down to Georgia to visit my mom and dad. My dad turned 88 yesterday. Husbandman's coming too. I feel sorry for the people on the plane who might get strep because of me, but there's not much I can do. If I had my own prescription pad, I would pass out some prescriptions to people in our aisle. Alas, you're going down, flight mates. But maybe not. You might be fine. Don't be pessimistic.