One sure sign that vacation is upon us (at least this year) is the coming of the Streptococcus bacteria. Sunday afternoon as I browsed the clearance clothing and accessories (at 70% off the lowest ticketed price!) at Fred Meyer, I felt a pesky twinge in the gland that it tucked into the left side of my throat. Although I continued my shopping, including scoring a new pair of Teva's for Jay just in time to leave for Hawaii AND a Timex Ironman watch for me (both coming in at $17.49), I knew in my heart of hearts that the true harbinger of travel had arrived. After a long night trying to sleep while riding on a wave of ever-changing body temperatures, I made an appointment to go see the doctor. As expected, the quicky strep test affirmed that a little bacterial infection was trying to score a free trip to Hawaii.
When I got home, Jay stood in shock and disbelief when I told him the verdict. Immediately after, I was put into solitary confinement. I avoided eviction to the as-yet-unfinished outbuilding - I'm not going into isolation out there until there's a proper bed, hot water and a big TV - but I did lock myself in our bedroom last night, which made for a couple of sad little girls who may think that their mother no longer loves them because I wouldn't kiss them goodnight.
As of tonight, I should no longer be contagious, and we'll continue the ever-vigilant watch over the rest of the flock to look for telltale signs of infection. The good news is, I feel okay - just a bit tired, and although I was going to try to teach Jazzercise this morning, I was (thankfully) relieved of that duty. I have a few more hours with the kids at KinderCare before I have to go into hiding again...
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