Motherhussy

Strep Tease

For the past couple of days I have been subjected to the torture which can only be known as “strep.” Or, strepalacaucoluphugus, I think that’s the technical term for it. I like to call it, “I would rather rip out my throat and eat it in a stew.” I know, if I already ripped out my throat it would be somewhat difficult to eat it, but that’s not my point. My point is: I have been in hell.

Today, today is much better. I think my body is channeling the spirit of my 20-year-old self, the one that just felt so much better because the day of the week is FRIDAY. Friday really means nothing to me now, just more work to do over the weekend, what with the grocery shopping and the laundry and the “Mom I’m bored.” Awwwww shucks! Who am I kidding? I still love Fridays with a passion! Only now, I love it vicariously through Cody and Colton—hooking them up with fast food and fast chicks…I mean, fast food and Blockbuster videos. So, TGIF—I’m feeling better.

I could also be feeling better because of the antibiotics my M.D. put me on, but that’s not likely. During my office visit, she asked me if I had taken anything for my fever and I indicated by pointing a weak finger to my throat that if I even tried swallowing anything at that point, I would probably pass out from the pain—and wet myself. That being said, she prescribed me the children’s version of amoxicillin to save me from death and self wetting. So sweet. So sickeningly sweet. I don’t know if any of you remember taking that thick, pudding-like, baby pink amoxicillin, but it’s not good for adults. My throat is getting better, but every time I look at the bottle I have to think of a happy place (Desert Pearl in Zions, Encinada, Mi Ranchitos Mexican Restaurant) to even get myself to swallow it. It’s like swallowing those pink elephants in Dumbo—in liquid form. Something like that. But, the trooper I am, I’m going to keep on taking it. More like, the submissive little woman I am, I’m not going to call my M.D. to prescribe me the “big kids” amoxicillin. I’ll just finish it.

On a more positive note, Anthony mentioned Chili’s tortilla soup this morning, and the thought of it has kept me going all day. It’s the only thing that sounds good (and possible) to eat. That and the ol’ tried and true Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup.

Nichole, remember when R made that for us? After the gnomes, and the sand, and the salt pellets and sugar packets? (NOBODY ASK!)

MMMMMM—MMMMMM—Good! In true tradition I must close with a big fat....

HAPPY FRIDAY

posted by Anonymous @ 2:21 PM