So, I can't talk. I have no voice. Just call my squeeky.
My kids are happy to have a mom who can't talk...
I go to the doctor. Guess what it is...
Bronchitis? Um... no.
I thought for sure I had bronchitis. My chest is sore. I'm caughing. I'm tired - really tired.
"Ladybug", she said, "you have rip roaring strep."
"Huh? I don't have white patches on my tonsils. I just can't talk."
"The rapid strep test we did lit up like a Christmas tree."
"Really? That's good, I guess..."
"Ladybug, did you have nausea?"
"A little, but I thought it was from coughing"
"You poor sweet thing!"
"Once again, I don't present a classic case."
"You never present a classic case, Ladybug. Take these pills twice a day and you'll feel better real soon."
I got pretty blue pills... I read the side effects - They make you poop your brains out. Cool - blue poo... that could be fun. I'll keep you posted.
It was report card day today. It was an A kind of day!
Everyone was pleased! That long line of A's down the page always makes them - and me - so happy.
Lets hope they keep it up until they graduate. I'm lookin' for a college scholarship for these kids. :-)