Strep Throat: Round Two

So strep throat has wormed its way back into our home once again as we found out yesterday afternoon that Aaron indeed has strep throat…again…for the second time in a month. He was very lethargic most of the day on Saturday which, if you have read even one of my posts, you know that that just ain’t Aaron. That evening we went out to celebrate my brother-in-law’s birthday and then went back to his and my sister’s house for cake and beer. Well, the adults had beer. Elyse is more of a martini girl and Aaron almost never drinks anymore after that one crazy night…


But when we got home he looked pretty rough and had a 102 temperature. Awesome! I wonder who all we infected while out and about? He was also complaining of a raging headache, so we dosed him up with some meds and tucked him into bed, keeping our fingers crossed that he would be back to normal in the morning. But Mike and I were on high alert because this is EXACTLY the way the whole insane Scarlett Fever episode started a month ago.

“Evening came, and morning followed…the second day.” He was still running a fever and had similar complaints from the night before, but this time he added sore throat to the symptom hit list. Of course, it was Sunday and the doctor’s office isn’t open on Sundays. Why do these things always come up on the weekends? I put a call into the answering service and the on-call PA said to just watch him and as long as he seems ok, just wait and get him an appointment in the morning. The rest of the day went pretty smooth with no other complications, so we planned to call the doctor first thing in the morning.

In the morning, after at least ten minutes on hold, I was able to secure an appointment for 2:40 PM that afternoon, but it was going to be with the other doc and not our beloved Dr. All-Knowing whom we adore and cherish above all others. This doc is alright. He wears a stethoscope and stuff so I guess he’s legit, but no one can hold a candle to Dr. All-Knowing, and in comparison everyone else seems more like Robin to his Batman, Watson to his Holmes, Siegfried to his Roy.

So this guy comes in and examines Aaron and he starts to go over to the counter where the strep test is but he stops and is all, “No, I’m going to wait to look at that,” and then has Aaron open his mouth. He looks around in his mouth, shines the little light around, which by the way, from my seat across the room Aaron’s tonsils were so huge and swollen they practically hopped out of his mouth and screamed, “Hello, I have STREP!!!!”, and then he shakes his head yes and goes over to confirm his diagnosis with the test. I’m like, “Dude, this isn’t a game show. If you are right, you aren’t going to get to spin the big wheel, or go into Final Jeopardy, or meet Vanna and shake Pat’s hand or anything.

But he goes over to the test anyway, sees that it is positive, and gets that “All right, I’m the man” look on his face. I think that if the nurse was still there he totally would have given her a fist bump for being so wickedly awesome at his job.

He sent us on our way with another ten day course of antibiotics and said that if this comes up again, we may need to consider setting something up with an ENT to discuss removing his tonsils. Aaron gets one more day off of school since he is considered contagious up to twenty-four hours after starting his meds which means I get to have both kids at home today with no chance of escape. Yay me.

This has by far been our sickest winter ever and I can’t even begin to tell you how ready I am for Spring. Bring on the warm weather, the cool breezes from wide open windows, and the chance to get outside jacket free. Winter, it’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun, you know what I’m sayin.