Strep Throat

There's been sickness again at the little gray house.

We were in Indianapolis at basketball regionals for the latter part of last week. Two hours before Gable's last game of the week, he said that his throat hurt.

I doubted him a bit. I figured that he just needed a break.

He didn't just need a break.

Over the next few days, he went from feeling awful to feeling nearly normal, and then back to awful again. (Sorry to the people that we contaminated during the feeling 'nearly normal' phase.)

He has ulcers covering his throat and all the way down his esophagus. Whenever he takes a sip of anything, he screams as it goes down, grabs his chest, and doubles over. When Jon forced him to drink water, he promptly projectile vomited in response.

He has fever dreams and wakes up in the night screaming. His fever blisters are enough to play connect the dots, and in the past five days, he has eaten the equivalent of less than one sandwich. He has lost eight pounds and his eyes are the eyes of a stranger.

It's all very painful to watch.

And in a day or two, he will be back to normal.

This sweet son of mine who has slept in my bedroom for the past five nights, who wakes up needing to be comforted and reminded where he is, will be his good ol' self in just a few days. He will go from sleeping all day long to being awake all day long.

The human body is amazing.

Antibiotics are amazing.

My son is amazing.