I have strep throat. Again. Second time in six months.
I, being a good little girl and not wanting to miss work, went to the doctor the day I started feeling a little funky in the throat. This doctor, not my doctor, but one of the doctor's in his group because he's busy tells me, oh you don't need antibiotics. It's a cold. A viral infection. You'll be fine a couple days.
The next day, I feel about a hundred times worse. Take a walk to the doctor's office by my house. Hey, guess what, you've got strep throat and need to go on these antibiotics, and don't breath on anyone because you're highly contagious!
This is the second time in six months that exact scenario has happened. The second time that my regular doctor's office said it was a virus. The second time the other doctor said it's strep. So I'm having to pay for four doctors visits for two actual problems.
Anyway, long story short, I wasn't reacting to the antibiotics, had to get a shot every day for four days, and basically had to wait it out. For a week I had to make the decision every few seconds if I wanted to swallow what felt like shards of glass or if I'd rather drown in my saliva.
Hey, what did you think the subject was about? Pervs.