I called my mother Tuesday while waiting in the prescription line at Walgreens to tell her I had just been diagnosed with strep throat and that Amelia had been diagnosed just a few hours earlier with an ear infection and most likely strep as well. Why the pediatrician did not swab her but advised me to get swabbed after he saw the rash on her tummy, I do not know. I think he was scared that my seemingly innocent, but packed with power, curly headed 2-year-old would kick him in the crotch if he attempted to swab her. This
hopefully explains while Amelia acted possessed Monday at lunch out and flung chicken fingers on the floor after I apparently outraged her by cutting them. I am such an inconsiderate mother! Oh, 2-year-olds. They crack me up.
My mother was quick to advise, “Now you and the hubby don’t need to be kissing!”
My snoring like a beer-bellied trucker and drooling open mouthed on my pillow the past few nights has pretty put the kibosh on any kind of lurv making activities for a few days. The hubby slept on the recliner Tuesday night. He is feeling run down, I cannot imagine why, but so far seems to have avoided the strep bug. And my antibiotics have kicked in.
I attempted to work for four hours Tuesday at the office without falling face first on my desk. That’s pretty much when I decided to go to the doctor. That and the fact that I unashamedly wore a blinged out Mickey Mouse t-shirt and jeans to work because I just did not care what I looked like. I’m one of those people who avoids going to the doctor unless I’m really sick, because usually a double dose of Tylenol and a shot of nighttime cold medicine will cure everything. And also, being a girl raised in the South, I know that a telltale sign of truly being sick is no longer caring what you look like in public, especially at the very busy local grocery store where you are bound to run into someone you know the instant you walk through those automatic doors. Yes, I was that sick.
And Caitlin? She’s fine so far. She rarely gets sick. I attribute this to her being sick on an almost monthly basis after starting daycare when she was just three months old. Caitlin outgrew the daycare germs by the time she was two, so by my calculations Amelia shouldn’t have another cold or ear infection until she’s 19 or so. So all you daycare naysayers, be forewarned. Your kids will bring home every snot bug from kindergarten but my girls will have an immune system of steel by the time they turn 5. Mwaa haa haa haa.
p.s. Parents of kids with ear tubes, when did your child’s tubes fall out? Amelia had her tubes placed in last July and her right tube has already fallen out. The pediatrician told me that 12 months was the “average” time span. I’m hoping the left tube lasts at least 12 months. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a cheap procedure and I consider our health insurance as very good.