Diseases were better. They made sense and were always the same.
Strep throat for instance, was a fever and white spots on your tonsils and a very sore throat and general all over bad feeling. It used to be, that I knew strep throat from a mile away. I could feel it creeping up on me. Predictable, a day down, antibiotics consumed and you'd bounce back.
When I became a mom I got more educated in what strep could be, when Miles was suddenly sick with a high fever and his body covered with a red rash that looked like lace.
THIS I learned, was scarlet fever which is just another form of strep.
Then a couple of years ago, while in North Carolina, I was puking uncontrollably and having chills and high fever. I even had this cartoonish moment where, when turning left through a four way intersection, I had to lean out the car window spraying the intersection with a fine deluge of puke.
We always laugh about that now.
But as I have spent the past two days, dizzy, nauseous, puking, chilling, and enjoying this new different version of strep I am pining for the white dots on the tonsils and sore throat of yesteryear. Really, a sore throat is so much better than feeling like you might explode out either end at any time.
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