four days o' fun
I will never again take the word of a medical practitioner that someone for whom I'm responsible has strep unless they do the damned test. Thursday was J's "diagnosis," and on Sunday morning I started getting a sore throat and the chills. I looked at the back of my throat on Sunday night, and my uvula (the dangly thing, for you nonmedical types) was sticking straight out and about three times its normal size. I didn't eat anything but popsicles and a little bit of ice cream on Sunday or Monday. Monday I went to the doctor for a strep test and antibiotics, which I despise taking but I was supposed to work on Tuesday, and I can't go in and expose who-knows-who to strep. My test was negative, so no antibiotics for me - just two more days of viral misery. I choked down part of a bowl of chicken noodle soup yesterday, half a cup of yogurt this morning, and some applesauce while I was with J at the berry farm. My throat doesn't hurt much anymore, but everything's so swollen up and sensitive that I gag every time I yawn or blow my nose. Meanwhile, I have three more days of antibiotics to give to J, who probably didn't have strep in the first place. Bleah.