That's German for "unbelievable."
Nina and I have strep throat. We leave for Paris in 5 days!
I'm cursed, that's all there is to it. I missed my last Paris trip because I came down with the chicken pox three days before it, and now, here I am again... The Paris Curse.
Well, fortunately a doctor came by the house yesterday (a house call! I guess the government finds sending on-call doctors to people's houses to be more cost-effective than operating urgent care clinics). He wrote me and Nina a total of five prescriptions (an antibiotic each, something for my ridiculously swollen tonsils, a pain reliever for Nina, and medicated lozenges for my painful throat. Which really, really hurt a lot).
I'm feeling much better today than yesterday. My throat barely hurts any more, and my (very slight) fever is now gone. Maggie did have a sore throat overnight last night but seems better today, but I'll take her in to the doctor tomorrow anyway. I don't want her ending up with rhumatic fever. Can you get that from a mild case of strep that your body kicks on its own? Well, I'll ask the doctor. She doesn't have a fever or anything, so hopefully she won't need antibiotics too.
Mostly I'm just lying in bed this weekend. So much for deciding how to spend our last weekend in Baden!