In our household, when it rains, it doesn’t just pour, it’s a category 3 hurricane. Well, the week is in shambles, all because of strep throat; that pesky childhood and adult illness that strikes just when you don’t want it to. I’m one of those people who thinks, that strep throat is primarily spread through parental selfishness and stupidity. At least in this case, that’s how it was handed down to us. It began Friday afternoon, at field day. A little girl was crying that she didn’t feel good, and had a sore throat. Her whole family had strep, but her momma had to work today, so she was sent to school. Sunday morning, my daughter began to complain that she didn’t feel well. Her throat was on fire, she hurt all over, had a lovely pimply rash on her butt and her cheeks, and had a stomach ache.
So the best-laid plans are completely ruined. Tomorrow I was going to go see Temple Grandin speak at the “Flying High With Autism” conference in Pensacola—that’s not happening. Wednesday, I have an appointment with my psychotherapist, and that’s up in the air. I have to decide if waiting for 24 hours will be enough to send my daughter to school, and with one down with strep throat, the chances that my son will eventually catch is high. My son catching strep is a scary proposition. He does not “do” throat cultures. The last time we did one, it took seven people to hold him down in an attempt to get the culture, it was pretty traumatic for everyone involved.
Having strep does not only cancel the conference on Tuesday, put the therapy session at risk, but it also will cancel Friday’s dental surgery, and the EEG and sleep study next week. That’s why I always keep my kids at home when they are sick, because I don’t know what other people are facing in their lives, and the minor inconvenience of an illness could cause major strife to someone else. Needless to say that this was a huge source of frustration for me, and it made my mother’s day not the greatest day. Hopefully, father’s day will go better for my husband.