The good thing about strep, which I have, is it's curable as opposed to random bad cold X. On the other hand, yuck. My throat hurts, my stomach hurts, my head hurts. I can't get a massage, I can't go to jazzercise, and, I can't yell at the kids. Well, maybe cutting yelling out of my repertoire is a learning experience, but when David accidentally pokes Rose in the nose and Rose retaliates by taking all her toys and retreating into her bedroom, I don't have the energy to think of the just perfect creative friendly solution. I went back to bed.