In this family, we usually get sick one at a time (thankfully), and this time it’s Chris’ turn – he has strep throat. It’s so bad that when he went to the doctor yesterday, she looked in his throat and said “WOW”. His throat is so swollen that the swelling goes up into the roof of his mouth. It hurts for him to even touch his tongue to it. His glands are so swollen that his ears feel clogged up, even though they aren’t.
It’s hard for me to see him like this, sleeping for hours and hours, then waking up in agony. I’ve been coaxing applesauce and pudding into him, but it kills me to do it because I know how much it hurts him to swallow anything. The antibiotics he’s taking are these huge horse pills, and after he swallows one, he feels it go all the way down no matter how much water he drinks.
He’s pretty much quarantined himself in our bedroom because he doesn’t want to get the kids sick. I debated sleeping on the couch last night but decided against it. If I’m going to get Strep, I’m going to get it, I might as well get my rest while I can. We’re all washing our hands a ton, just hoping to dodge the bullet.
My poor, poor, husband. Keep your fingers crossed that I don’t get Strep too!
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