May Bee Day 12

Maybe these antibiotics will kick in soon.  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.