“Sniff, sob,…ouch.”

I am yet again struggling through another strep infection. This time there was a delay in getting my antibiotics and only thanks to the harrowing efforts of Hunky Hubby I finally got some in the middle of the night on Tuesday. Let’s just say he left a trail of very disgruntled nurses along his war path.

I am very thankful though. Turns out, I grow a very rare Group C strep which does not show up as positive on a rapid strep test. Bummer. So, after sending me home without a strep diagnosis, the doctor (who Hunky Hunky finally managed to take to…at midnight…) was none to pleased to find out I had a high fever, was puking, my tonsil was three times it’s normal size and covered in a lovely white coat of grossness, and that I in bed crying and moaning because it was painful to be lying down – my hips were throbbing of all things. Very, very, bad.

The first round of antibiotics really helped. I can at least walk around now, but because there was that delay, my tonsil is still really huge and painful, so I think I’ll be out of commission for a few more days. The poor kids were all crying last night for me to tuck them in, but I just couldn’t.

Hunky Hubby took a wonderful picture of my tonsil, but I’ll spare you. You might throw up your breakfast. Have a wonderful day and if you have a second, please pray for me and my monster tonsil.