I flew home from New Hampshire on Friday, May 25. I was tired, of course. I got up at 3:00 am EST to catch my 5:00 am plane, which was midnight Pacific Time. All of my connections went well, which is fantastic. Manchester to Detroit, Detroit to Salt Lake city, Salt Lake City to Spokane. Not a hitch. But when my daughter picked me up at the airport, I felt a scratch in my throat. I tossed back some ZICAM (an author visitor's best friend), and blew it off.
The next day, I felt a little like I was coming down with a cold -- tired, mostly and still that sore throat. More ZICAM and sleep. Then came the fever, and all I could do was sleep. I checked with the librarians, no reports of strep at the schools. So I passed it off as a summer cold. Ten days later, the sore throat, fever and headaches remained, with no other symptoms. No sniffle. Only a little cough.
By Sunday, June 3, my throat hurt so much, I couldn't even swallow ice water. So I went to the doctor. Yup, it was Strep Throat, a bacterial infection of the throat caused by Group A Streptococcus bacteria. All the online medical groups say it will clear up on its own in a week, but mine was still thriving ten days after the first symptoms arose, so I was glad to go to the doc for antibiotics after wasting more than a week feeling crummy. Hope I'm 100% by this weekend so I can do revisions on my third UNCLE JOHN'S BATHROOM READER FOR KIDS contributions. Book three is called SMELL-O-SCOPIC. Should have written about Strep Throat.