Strep Throat and Tonsilitis

That's been the story of my life this week. I think I might have mentioned before that Tracey was sick. Or maybe that was on facebook....

She missed school Friday and Monday due to a low grade fever, nothing major but it still made her feel yucky. At 5 am Tuesday Tracey woke up with a major sore throat so I took a peek in there with the flashlight and sure 'nuf...there were those tell-tale little white spots. So I took her to Urgent Care to get her going on antibiotics. (We saw the PA whom I DO NOT like, but I figured any monkey doctor could diagnose strep and give us some meds and send us on our way). Which is exactly what she did.

All was well....or so I thought. On Wednesday she wasn't any better and her tonsils were swelling rapidly. Finally she wrote me a note (since talking wasn't a pleasant experience) telling me she couldn't breathe and her tonsil felt like it was going to explode. Her tonsil had swelled so much it was touching the little thing that hangs down in the back of her throat. No wonder she couldn't breathe!! So off we go to Urgent Care--again. The PA (a different one thank goodness) was afraid that her tonsil was abscessed so they sent us the the ER.

At the ER they had to poke her 4 different times to get her IV in becuz she was so dehydrated. She was not a happy camper about that. Then we were sent for a neck CT to see if it was indeed an abscess. The results were negative thank God, becuz that would have meant a flight to Las Cruces.

So 6 hours later she was eventually released with instructions to follow up in Las Cruces with an ENT (ear, nose, throat) doctor. (the one in silver is "unavailable" meaning she's under investigaton and not allowed hospital privileges until it's over...wooooonderful). So we have an appointment next Tuesday to determine whether or not she gets to keep her tonsils.

After an emotional roller coaster ride that went from medi-vacing her out to being released that night I was completely exhausted when we got home. And guess who woke up in the middle of the night sounding sickly?...you guessed it...Kylee. I don't think I will return to work until December.