Strep is the devil.

We’ve had an exciting week in our house: everyone has tested positive for strep. Woooooo!

It started around Wednesday of last week when the Bean decided to be cranky pants at daycare for no reason. We’re mega-awesome-super lucky in that he’s pretty much always in a good mood. So, when he started getting cranky for no reason, they knew something was up. Within a half hour, he spiked a fever.

Off to the doctor we went. According to the doc, he had “huge, swollen tonsils that are covered in puss”. Blah. They prescribed the meds he needed and encouraged me to take a round of antibiotics too. I hate taking medication, so I politely declined. Why would I take something I don’t need? I felt great.

And the newborn baby Jesus exacted his revenge on me for thinking that very thought.

Over the weekend, Jer got super sick. Off to urgent care he went. Strep. Then it was my turn. I woke up burning up (like Antonia on True Blood burning up). Took my temp – 101 fever. Me and my big freaking mouth. So, off to urgent care I go.

But, on the up side, I won with the strep treatments (everything is about winning when you’re married). Jer decided to take the regular antibiotic course which takes about a week of pills to get up on it. I chose to take the shot method, which delivers the entire course of medication in a shot.

Now, let me tell you, I am not a fan of needles. In fact, I weep like a teenage girl who just found out Justin Beiber really is dating that ugly, no talent Selena Gomez at the sight of a needle. But I knew Jer would take the pill route and I had to win. So, I totally manned up. Mostly.

For those of you haven’t had the penicillin shot for strep…let me tell you friends….that stuff BURNS. The medical assistant came in with the shot after I saw the doc. It’s not bad enough that I had to expose my ginger snap for the shot, but I also had to stand with one leg on a stool and bend over facing the wall half naked with my other leg dangling like a dead limb. Suddenly I understood what life must be like for Katie Holmes. And it sucks. The MA told me that the shot took longer to inject because it’s a thicker liquid and that it was going to burn as it went in. Way to calm my irrational fear of needles, Slim. And he wasn’t lying. The actual needle stick was no big deal. I will tell you my internetz friendz…that stuff burned like Lindsay Lohan’s sinuses on Saturday morning (allegedly). In fact, a few days later, the injection site in a little sore.

But back to what really matters: beating your spouse. A few days later and Jer is still congested, still feeling run down but slowly improving. At about 36 hours post-death-shot, I felt about 90% better. No congestion, no cough…energy returning.

I should also say that, about the same time, the Bean was about 80% better as well.

So, in closing, strep is the devil.

Doctor appointments for your son, your husband and yourself: $65
Prescriptions for all 3: $125
Beating your husband with your awesome mind-over-matter, fear-conquering bravery: priceless.