OK I am TOTALLY getting some karmic payback or something.
So you all know my ummm....ahem....recent new couponing
And how I was inappropriately pleased that Shana had strep the Monday before we left for Miami because her streppiness "bought" me a $30 gift card to CVS?
Well darn it, in the, what? five days? I've been home, I've been the lucky recipient of two more such gift cards.
Shana has strep again. She finished her antibiotics last Tuesday and was back at the pediatrician on Friday...sure enough, rapid strep test came back positive. Either (a) she never really got better or (b) there was another strep lurker in the house.
I'll give you one guess and the answer is not (b). I really didn't think anyone else had strep-no one was complaining of any illness whatsoever. Well, Dovi does have that pesky little Familial Dysautonomia that makes him all quirky and stinky breathy, but I thought nothing of it-he has that nasty canker sore in his mouth from his braces, remember?(know where this is going??)
So Benjie and I were commenting to each other that The Boy has had no appetite for a week or so now. We don't really pay too much attention, because, well, he is tube fed. I swear, there are some benefits to sick kids. No forcing food or medication down their throat. Just hook up the handy g-tube extension set and off we go.
But it was kind of odd that he had no appetite. So I posed the question of why does Dovi have no appetite? to my trusty parents on my various FD list serves that I frequent.
The general consensus was either (a) infection or (b) constipation. Well the D is definitely not constipated. Trust me.
Then I got to thinking.
Strep is in our house.
Strep is an infection.
Strep causes stinky breath.
So he got a culture tonight. I swear, I am The Strep Whisperer. That darned rapid test was a resounding negative. Then I looked at it. And saw that faint little line. And, much like you cannot be a little bit pregnant, you cannot be a little bit streppy.
So the D is on amoxicillin and tomorrow is my unplanned day off of work. I only work four days a week, so this isn't too tragic, but I do like to tell my boss before I leave work when I am taking off. Oh well, such is life. Email to him had to suffice.
So what's the bet? Who will be the next victim of the scrounge of strep that is winging its way through our house?
My bet's on Jacob.