I tried to see a Dr yesterday for my own possible case of strep throat. Yes, I tried. I called for an appointment, arrived 10 minutes before my scheduled time, and it all went down hill from there.
I wasn't on the list, I was accused of having a shared appointment, and then I was left with Pig 2 &3 in a dirty waiting room filled with other people hacking, coughing and looking like they had just left the set of a nearby zombie movie. I was seriously worried about my brain being chewed on and becoming infected with evil dead tendencies.
20 minutes after my not on the list, scheduled appointment time, I still hadn't been called back to an exam room. So I gathered up my pigs and left to die on my couch at home. Actually, I threatened that I would be back when I had scarlet fever and I planned on infecting the whole staff. I don't think anyone heard or I may have hallucinated that part.
Here's how sick I was...too sick to knit. Yes, I slept on the couch from 330 until Pig 1 got off the bus, and then passed out until 8 pm. At 8 I put on my robe and snuggled under 3 blankets and read the Historian until I got so freaked out I couldn't sleep. Slowly freaked out, but freaked out to the point of leaving the hall light on "for the pigs, incase they have bad dreams." Don't worry, the hall lights are CFL's, and possibly laced with garlic.