on strep throat.

When Peter was four weeks old, Matt had strep throat. When Peter was nine weeks old, Matt had strep throat again. Ambrose got it, too. So did I. So, we all took antibiotics. I hate antibiotics. Courtesy of the aforementioned medication, Peter developed thrush. No sooner had I killed the thrush did I wake up today with a terrible sore throat and a headache. I have strep throat. Again. I was contemplating going without antibiotics and letting my body duke this thing out itself. This would just mean that I would probably spend a week or so being very sick (and since strep usually involves throwing up for me, I mean very sick). It would not be the end of the world, but I have a really hard time fathoming how I would take care of my two little kids being that sick. Also, I would then be running the risk of coming down with something more serious--scarlet fever or rheumatoid fever. Rare, but not rare enough to not matter. It was really a hard decision. I guess I'm just going to slaughter my body with another round of antibiotics. I have no idea where we keep getting it, and I really hope this is the end. It's moments like these when I realize that my body is not my own, really, at all.