I don’t think I’ve detailed all the strep that’s gone through this house. First Ethan got it. Then 2 days after his antibiotics was through, he was crying and holding his side so hard one evening that we phoned up the ambulance for fear he had appendicitis. They laid our fears to rest and said that it was probably still the strep. Sure enough, it was. I think he went into the doctor on a Friday for the second prescription, and by Sunday, we made a trip to the urgent care place to get a diagnosis for James, who didn’t want to move from his bed.

They both are healthy and well now, I think they finished their antibiotics early last week. But then last Saturday, James brought both the kids home from a birthday party and Jocelyn was crying and running a pretty high temperature, which continued to run into sunday. So last Sunday, Jocelyn and I spent 2-3 hours at the urgent care place to get a culture for her. Positive. Poor girl.

Jocelyn is particularly hard. She won’t tell you what hurts, ever.

“Here?”
“No!”
“Here?”
“NOOO!”
“Where then?”
“NOT ANYWHERE!”

Suuuuuure. Not anywhere. Sorry, kid, I’m not buying it. she always strings those “no’s” out as long as she can, so they sound more like, “noooooo-wuh!” “nooooooo-wuh!”

Daddy stayed home with her yesterday and she’s doing much better. but then last night, I felt those tell-tale prickly feelings in my throat. I got myself to a doctor this morning, and now am on augmentin.

CAN’T WE ALL JUST STAY HEALTHY? LEAVE US ALONE STREP!

LEAVE! US! ALONE!

Now if you’ll excuse me. I have to go pass out in hopes of the getting the throbbing in my head to stop and the dislodging the jagged glass that has somehow found it’s way into my throat. the worst part is knowing that this is what my kids felt when they were sick. Poor little guys.