Gag

Luke woke up at four a.m. Friday morning with a really high fever. We spent an hour at the germ-filled doctor's office before Luke was ushered to the lab where a nurse roughly swabbed his the back of his throat for strep. I cringed watching her thrust that long wooden stick down his tender throat and remembered that horribly painful gagging feeling. The worst part was that she swabbed it in a circle for longer than I've ever seen and then pulled out a pink tinged swab. That shit hurts but I cannot imagine how much worse it must have felt with the nurse digging around in the back of his poor throat. Luke cried and I felt so bad for him. Luckily we got his prescription filled and he was almost a good as new this morning. Now we are waiting for Evie to show symptoms but George is the one who started running a fever this evening. Oddly enough, Dr. M (our pediatrician) said that children under two don't typically get strep. Interesting.

Since this turned into a post about our health, let me announce that my second blood test revealed normal liver enzyme levels so Champagne Thursday and Wine Wednesdays ate back on! Disaster averted! I hope everyone celebrates my good news with a drink and make a toast using the word "goiter". Have a great weekend.