It Ain't Swine Flu...

but it's Fifth's Disease. Sounds equally glamorous, doesn't it? Consumption sounds more romantic though. I dragged my tired "a" to the doctor today after a few days of aches, a low grade fever and multiple queries about H1N1. The last straw was waking this morning with a rash. What adult gets a rash? Before smearing myself in diaper cream, (because doesn't that solve everything?), I decided to call an MD. I am now on self-appointed furlough. We'll see how long that lasts. Being sick is so boring.