So, to let y’all know where the promised updates are staying (away atm), a little report from my life as a parent.

Two weeks ago last Saturday my son came down with a fever and sore throat. Wife went to the pediatrician, got it looked at and the diagnosis was clear: Streptococcal angina.
Bad.
So, take antibiotics for ten days (that was up to and incuding last Wednesday) and get the fever down if needed.
Okay.
(If some holistic dipshit even dares to inhale in disagreement I will ram your wheatmill down your windpipe!)

Wife got streptococcus.
I got streptococcus.
My son already had it.
Alright, so the three of us were eating antibiotics like other families eat tictacs until we either got done with the package, or reached the end of prescription time.
All was well, all were well.

You might think I’d end here, and you just misread the title. End on a high note, a positive development.

Hold on.

So Friday-Saturday night my son woke up somewhen in the dead of night, demanding either me or my wife take him to our bed. (Again, some asshat inhaling to utter shit about a family bed will get smothered with a breastfeeding pillow).
He had a fever, not too high, but high, as we measured later at about 7am.
Off to the emergency pediatric service of the closest hospital! We don’t want to frak around if it’s the streptococcus again/still, and wait for Monday, for normal pediatrician/doctor opening.

Great spring like weather, sunshine galore, and an excruciating waiting time of over 2 hours INDOORS aside, we get to the examination. She looks at his throat after listening to the ordeal of the last two weeks patiently. “Well, give him painkiller/fever dampener if the sore throat returns, he’s red back there, but no puss.”
“Can we test for streptococci?”
“Why? If its positive, you gotta administer antibiotics again?”
Bitch! That’s the idea, we wanna annihilate this bacteria! Not just smother the symptoms and hop on one leg through lala-land. “Uhm, well, we gotta know. We don’t want him to suffer, because that shit hurts.”
“Okay.” *sad* tests him and we return 15 min later for the results.
Turns out it IS streptococcus. New antibiotics (shut up hippy scum!), stronger yield now (the same dope shit daddy got. Muahahahaha) and the order to keep him home on Monday, because “he be contagious”. Bitch! You wanted us to keep the symptoms at bay and infest the entire Kindergarden before, now you act all high mighty?
“We’ll do. We’ll do.” And we hightailed it outta there.

It’s days like Saturday that illustrate WHY I’m behind on schedule. There is no time to do shit, unless I take one. Parents are always on the move, there isn’t a dull moment, ever.

Take care,
A.

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