Tired and weary

I'm sick of being sick! I went to the doctor yesterday and found out I have a bacterial infection, where you ask? You don't really want to know the answer my friends. Anyway, I told him I've had several episodes of the same thing over the last year and he was concerned that I might have an antibiotic resistant strain. Doesn't that sound peachy? I'm not contagious, but eating has become a trial. I have no appetite and basically I wait until I can't take it anymore and shove some food down to make it through the rest of the day. And we all agreed due to timing that I'm not pregnant, so get those thoughts out of your heads!
Anyway, the doc's doing a culture to see if it is a resistant strain and we'll go from there. If he can't find anything out and I have another bout of this, he's talking about all kinds of fun stuff like x-rays and other such inspiring things. Cool, huh?
The fun news is that daycare had a small program last night in which I was told the little kids didn't sing but were invited. The had them walk up to the front of the sanctuary (daycare is in a church) and stand while the big kids sang. Alaina had fun dancing to the music. And then it got weird. Santa came out and told the story about how he came about because of Jesus. It was the first time I ever heard of Santa telling a story about a brothel and torture. Holy cow! There were kids there! I would have walked out except for the fact that Alaina was fascinated by Santa. She ran to the front of the church to get a better look at him and inched her way over to get near him. She started pointing and hollering at me to look, and I tried not to laugh. It was a fun time, I just wish it wouldn't have taken so much energy to go. I have some pics I took but seriously, don't hold your breathe. I'm having trouble puttering around here peeps, so if you're lucky, they'll be up before the holidays.
p.s. I'm not pregnant for those of you who dared to ask.