Wednesday, February 9, 2011


So I've managed to get strep throat again. I don't ever remember having strep throat as a child. I got it for the first time (again, that I can remember) last year. It was horrible. I was fairly certain that I had the flu until it was determined that the two children who were sick with me had strep. I got on the antibiotics and had an amazingly quick recovery from the "flu". This round started out with a stomach ache, but I immediately recognized the strep symptoms when the aching, fever and sore tonsils started. It has even spread around to the back of my left cheek and gum which, I have to say, is not pleasant. But I'm on the antibiotics and awaiting the quick recovery to take place. I think God allows me to experience strep once a year so that I will be more compassionate on my kids when they get sick. I tend to be a tough love kind of mom, but when I'm reminded at how horrible this feels I tend to soften it up a bit when they get sick.

Speaking of sick children, I will get to the point of this post. There has been much discussion around the house the last day or two in regards to strep since I have it. (The kids don't have it right now so either some phantom infected me or there is a carrier in our midst...) It has been very funny to listen to the children share their "war stories" of past strep infections. "I remember when I had strep...." "Remember when I threw up the last time..." Probably the best took place this evening when John decided that his little brother needed some education.
John (in a very matter of fact, tough sounding voice): "Nathan, I had strep a lot so I had to have my tonsils taken out. So they cut open my tonsils, took the pliers and yanked them out. So now I don't get strep anymore. Nathan, did you hear me? They took them out with the pliers." Nathan, looking a little nervous because he still has his tonsils, immediately ran from the bathroom. A little later, he chastised me for kissing him goodnight. He's fairly convinced I gave him strep in that kiss on the cheek and I could see his little mind envisioning the pliers that were going to yank his out. Poor guy...

1 comment:

LivingFree said...

My entire gang had strep the week before the new babe arrived. NO FUN!!! At the DR office they reminded me to throw everyone's toothbrush and toothpaste away the third day of antibiotics. I replaced them then, and again as soon as the antibiotics were done. I now sterilize all the toothbrushes at least once a week. We do NOT want to pass that around again. Praise God we've been healthy ever since.