Strep throat. Yuck.

It’s been a very long week. A very long four days of classes. I’m already drowning in schoolwork, to the point where I’m seriously considering switching into at least one easier class. (I guess the education abroad advisors weren’t kidding when they said the upper-level classes here were on-par with graduate classes. Ugh.)

I joined the archery club, though. I like those guys. They’re funny and silly and fun to hang out with.

I also ended up catching strep throat. Spent all yesterday in bed, feverish. (I never knew where I was when I woke up—kept thinking the noises everyone else was making was my little brother, or the people I’d lived with during freshman year. At one point I woke up and thought the coats I’d hung on the drying rack were dementors.) I couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink, couldn’t do anything (including homework or fun reading. Not cool). Finally at around five AM I managed to drag myself out of bed and to my computer to look up the times for student health.

Student health isn’t open on the weekends. I saw that on their website and was so discouraged I almost put my head down on my desk and went back to sleep. All that meant was more work, more stuff to do to take care of myself before I could crawl back under the covers.

So I called what turned out to be the “royal infirmary” (the hospital). They asked a bunch of questions, which sucked because I had to speak around my swollen throat, but they arranged and paid for a cab to come pick me up to get me there for a nine-thirty AM appointment. (I had a sudden surge of adoration for the British medical system at that point.)

So now I’m on antibiotics and tylonal and am trying to drink more water. I’m also having a sugar craving, but I can’t swallow well enough to eat yet.

You know what sounds really good, though? My brother’s chocolate chip muffins. Mmmm.