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The Plague

We have been infected around here. So far, just three of us have gone down. I'm hoping it stays that way. I have to say though, we are fairly healthy around here. I better knock on wood! We all started seeing a chiropractor three years ago (maybe 4?) and started taking multivitamins and probiotics. Prior to that it seemed like one of us was always sick. We have knocked our average down to maybe twice a year, maybe. #1 hasn't even had strep throat in two years. Before she had it twice a year. There was a good solid four years she had strep throat on Halloween. That's just torture for a kid. So, back to my initial statement. We've been infected. Ugh.

It all started last Tuesday....I picked the kids up like usual after school. Everyday when I pick the kids up #2 runs as fast as he can to me with his backpack on backwards. It always makes me smile. Tuesday he didn't run. He barely trotted, but his backpack was still on backwards. He gets in the vehicle and is coughing a deep croupy cough. Hmmmm, that's weird. Then he says "Mom! I'm coughing." In which I reply "I can hear you." Then he announces "It hurts when I breathe, right here." as he motions to his chest. Well, that's not normal. Now....I am not a rush to the doctor every time someone has a sniffle. I am definitely more of a let it run it's course and wait type person. But, for some reason my gut feeling was I needed to take him to the doctor. He is not my complainer. So, I call the doctor's office and they can see us immediately, so we head that way. Once we are all back in the exam room and the PA comes in and starts examining #2. She looks in his ears and asks if he has complained of his ears hurting. Um, no. Not a word. The PA then tells me that he has double ear infections. Oh. Well. Okay. She looks him over some more and says that in addition to the ear infections he also has croup. Oh, well. Aren't I mother of the year. Doh! We leave, prescriptions in hand, stickers on our shirts. When we get home I ask #2 if he would like some Tylenol for his ears. He gives me crazy eyes and says "No, they don't really hurt that bad." What?! I would have to have #1 and #3 admitted to the hospital at this point, or shoot them and put them out of their misery.  Thank God for #2. We carry on with the rest of our day like nothing is going on. The next morning comes and #2 is still feeling just fine so I send his skinny butt to school and hope the other two don't get sick.

Fast forward to Thursday. Up to this point everyone is feeling great. Then I wake up Thursday morning with a sore throat, stuffy nose, blah blah blah. Well, crap. I have lots of plans for the next few days, being sick is not included in those plans. I proceed to start taking my menagerie of alternative supplements-cause according to my family I'm a little crunchy granola. I will not impose my beliefs on others, but I will walk the alternative path myself. Thursday I feel okay, Friday I feel a little bit worse, but okay. That's kind of been the pattern since Thursday. My nose is stuffy, my head cloudy, but I feel okay. I don't really feel bad, but not good. I attribute this to my crunchy granola methods. Saturday Mr. Mayer goes down. He comes home from a football game and is feeling rotten (and not because of what happened at the game). He proceeds to just feel worse every day that goes by. I know he has the same head cold I have. I also know I have taken some proactive steps and he has not. I'm using this as a science experiment (I'm sure he loves reading this right now). While we are both sick, his symptoms and general feeling has been way worse than mine. However, I am hoping that we are near the end of this plague. I have better things to do.

I love wheatgrass shots from Jamba Juice when I'm not feeling good. 

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