I started feeling poorly on thursday. Friday I called in sick. I never call in sick. The way I look at it, if I can walk and talk, I can work. Saturday I muscled through half a day before I gave up the ghost and just went home. (On the plus side, Hubby got to ride home in a sports car, go him). I tried honey and lemon, gargleing with salt water, nothing helped. Saturday afternoon I went to the doctor. Strep throat. I forgot how much strep hurt.
Almost as much as the shot in the butt of penicillin.
I love natural remedies. But sometimes you just have to bow to the magic of science. Apparently in the butt.