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There is nothing like the internalized stress of an upcoming surgery of Nicky’s to make me susceptible to strep.  (Assuming he does not catch my strep, and we did share a croissant this morning, his next VEPTR expansion is on Thursday.)
I never got it as a teenager, when it runs like wildfire through high schools.  My sister did, as did my brother, but not me.  My kids have never had it, though I suspect the bug comes home on them and infects me while their bodies just stomp on it.

The last time I got it was when Nicky had his VEPTR install surgery in July 2007.  Noelle was off on vacation without me to Cape Cod for a week and a half, the longest we’d ever been away from one another.  Carlo had only been with us for 2 months and I was leaving him for 4 days with my Mom.  Two days after the surgery, I left Nicky with my Dad, knowing that P/T was likely to happen, to come home and visit with Carlo so he’d know I meant it when I said I’d return home to him, only to find he’d burst an ear drum and I had to take him to the pediatrician to treat his ear infection.  I got back to the hospital after that go round and had the nurse take my temp, which was raging.  We never did do a culture, I’d have had to have gone to the U. Penn Hospital next door — my doc just called in a script for me.

The time before that was my first work trip to Ann Arbor after adopting Noelle.  I had to leave her with my Mom for several days.  I got off the plane in Ann Arbor and I knew something was really, really wrong.  I got back home Friday night and on Saturday Noelle and I went in to my doctor’s practice.
Stress in the common factor in there, isn’t it?

We did pizza for dinner tonight, on paper plates.

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