Saturday, March 10, 2012

(Lack of) 3.10 Accountability

So, no lunch or dinner pictures today because Max pretty much didn't eat all day. We headed out to the farmer's market in Leesburg, as is our new Saturday morning ritual, and he was practically silent the whole way there and the whole way back. This is very unusual for my singing, constantly questioning boy. I kept asking him if he was sad or sick or something. He said he didn't have a headache or a tummy ache. It wasn't until we were home that he finally said, in a small voice, "It hurts when I swallow my spit."

Aw, crap. Strep.

So, off to the Pediatric Center we went. Isn't great that there are doctors with Saturday sick hours? They're open Sunday too. LOVE IT.

Anyway, as luck would have it, it isn't strep. Negative cultures and no fever or any real symptoms. His neck/throat glands are swollen, but that's it. And now he is in a much happier mood. Although, That might just be the result of his new Silly Putty, which he's now been playing with for five hours straight.

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