I hate strep. It hit Kev in October by bashing him with a high fever. So two days later when Matthew threw up and started running a high fever, we knew what it was. But strep is a wily little bugger and slipped in the back door, foregoing the fever and just leaving me feeling like roadkill: smashed flat, limp, disgusting and miserable. And yes, I think roadkill is miserable. I mean, can you think of a less dignified way to die than to be smacked down by a 6 ton hunk of metal on wheels?
But back to the strep. Apparently my version is feverless so I didn’t automatically suspect strep when my throat started to hurt. For me a cold always starts with a sore throat so that is what I thought was ailing me. Of course a severe sore throat, red and swollen tonsils, a bunch of swollen lymph nodes, tons of white junk on my throat, and six days later, I know better.
I hate strep.
And I’m really sorry to anyone that I exposed before I knew what I was dealing with. But at least I’ve felt crappy enough that I’ve pretty much spent the last few days hunkered down at home. On the bright side, Daniel and Nathan have been off-track and have happily learned how to cook a few new meals this week which has been a help to me!
