See this? It's my white flag!

No more hospitals. No more doctors.

After 2 hospital visits, 5 doctor visits, and 7 blood draws (my poor arm!) in the span of 3 weeks, I was DONE with anything and everything medical-related. At least for another month or two.

Do you think life was willing to accept this?
Of course not.
Mr Jones added 2 visits to urgent care into the mix.

Last Tuesday, he came home from work with a high fever and chills. After two long days, lots of Gatorade, and a consistent fever of 102.5*, he finally went to urgent care. Diagnosis: gastroenteritis. Sucky, yes, but he now had medication to help him get better.

Right?
Wrong.

We got to visit urgent care again on Sunday because his throat was killing him. Diagnosis: strep throat. Thankfully, he was already on an antibiotic, but...geez. Can't we catch a break??

A week of feeling crappy has left Mr Jones really cranky and moody.

I give up.
I can't take anymore.
I want my happy, go lucky husband back.