At the end of the school year in late June, the Daughter was very lethargic. It wasn’t some sort of short-timer’s syndrome, but rather some unidentified malady. One Friday evening, the three of us went to the Urgent Care place.
The Daughter was going to get tested for strep throat, which she understandably hates; the gag reflex is a powerful reaction. Now, I’d been having a scratchy throat for a couple weeks, but I was otherwise asymptomatic. Still, I became a patient too.
Well, the Daughter did NOT have strep throat. But I DID. She took some odd pleasure in this finding. Continue reading “The Health Report, July 2016”