By all appearances, I have strep throat.
Monday night I came out of the bedroom after settling Sprout to sleep and pretty much collapsed. Fever and chills. Throat so sore that I wince when I swallow. Tonsils the size of golf balls.
I'm feeling just slightly better today. At least I've been able to eat and drink a little bit.
Maybe this is why I was feeling so run down? Or, you know, maybe being run down just caught up to me.
(Jen and The Bean are also feeling under the weather, but thankfully Sprout seems unaffected so far.)