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I got a call at the office yesterday from Mrs. Pal.
"PalKid woke up flushed and has a fever. I think she may have strep."
"So take her to the pediatrician."
Every trip to the pediatrician with PalKid is an adventure, but not the sort where you find gold at the end of a rainbow. She is afraid to mention a sore throat because she's afraid of having her throat swabbed. The entire experience usually ends with everyone exhausted, covered in snot an tears, and cranky.
"Well, if you really think she's got strep, bring her over to my office and we'll swab her," I said, wondering how much I might be underestimating my ultimate regret.
"Good luck with that. We're on our way."
The staff at the office couldn't have been nicer to her, and manged to swab her throat with only a little bit of drama. After confirming my wife's diagnosis, I called in some antibiotics and wondered how the rest of us might be feeling later.
It didn't take long for my wife's fever to hit, and this morning she woke up with a sore throat and a muffled voice that whispers "strep" to primary care docs.
So morning rounds are done, both at the hospital and at home, and I'm sitting in front of a roaring fire warming up, getting ready to read a book. I figure I have about four more hours before everyone's motrin wears off.