Okay, first things first. Oatmeal Head went to school wearing his new Chuck Norris t-shirt and came home wearing his gym uniform. Evidently the principal wasn't too keen on Chuck Norris getting drunk, whether or not he actually throws up. Who knew? I told him if it isn't allowed in school, it's not allowed at church either. I got the frown for that one.
Second, I took Little Guy to the doctor yesterday. It was his third day sick, and while he's a dramatic child in the best circumstances, even I am not so heartless a mother as to ignore the low fever, dizziness, throwing up, spitting blood and cutting sore throat. And nausea. For the record, the spitting blood and cutting sore throat were reported just before I called the doctor. Everything else? Yeah. It was there. Just not sure what to believe. But he didn't eat for three days, so maybe that should have tipped me off. Alright, alright. I'm callous and cruel.
To top it off our doctor wasn't in, suddenly. Something came up. So we saw someone else (I like her, too). And this doc wanted to test for strep. Do you know, in the nearly 17 years I've been a wife and mother, there hasn't been one case of strep in the family? We've all been tested often enough, but no positive results. Until yesterday.
It's a weak result, true, but positive. And the fact that Little Guy no longer has tonsils simply makes it amusing. Evidently strep effects mainly the tonsils. Someone forgot to tell Little Guy this. Maybe next time I'll clue him in and this won't happen?
Thank you all for your kind words and advice. I stopped at the grocery on the way home, intent on purchasing several of the things y'all mentioned. Not only did I completely forget zinc and Zicam, I even forgot vitamin C. Stink. Oh well. I got lemons.
Y'all stay well, and don't touch your monitor while you read this. You know. Just in case I'm a carrier.
Until I write again ...