Nun tries to bore doctor, fails.

I stayed home from work again today, and finally went to the doctor for my ick. Says Dr. Leather Bear, I definitely have something bacterial going on in my throat, but the strep test is negative. Yay: strep can mess up your heart valves. Bah: he wanted to wait for the gonorrhea & chlamydia tests before he prescribed an antibiotic, which means no scrip until Friday. Fair enough; this could very easily be an STI, and as an all-queer practice in Seattle's gayborhood, that kind of thing is something of a specialty. I don't take Dr. LB's advice lightly.

Mental note: pass along Friday's test results to the Tickler.

Meanwhile, my son is over at Chez Ex being, as she puts it, "semipunk" and helping her move in. I'm enjoying the solitude of my lake place briefly, even though it really does need some cleaning. My son and my sickness both contributed to that need. Harrumph!