I went home early from work today, because my throat was killing me, and I felt dizzy and woozy and generally awful. My tonsils were the size of golf balls, and my throat was red and angry. Got home more than an hour later (thanks, MBTA!!) and collapsed into bed for a nap. When Jeff got home, he took me in to Urgent Care in Cambridge (the only place I can go for speedy medical help, argh) and, after a long time sitting in the waiting area with a guy who was in serious pain -- some sort of stomach thing, he was NOT well -- I have a likely diagnosis of strep throat. Greeeat. I haven't had strep in years. I forgot how much it sucks..