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This is a farce of a picture. No one looks like this when being swabbed for strep. This is a picture of a BAD ACTOR/MODEL. I don't care if he's 7. He's a terrible bad little actor/model.

After my misery with strep throat two weeks ago, now Ricardo is infected. I am now on a quest to figure all of this out. This is simply ridiculous. In the past year, including visitors, we've had TEN cases of strep throat in this house. Wait, if you include the dog, that's ELEVEN!!! Anyone want to come over for dinner? I'm serving up some yummy Lasagna Toss with a side of rare disease. MMMMMMM!

I am now on a mission to figure out a way to fix this. My problem is, well, I'm not a doctor. And quite frankly, with the co-pays, the prescriptions, and the lab tests, the doctors don't really care to stop it, they see a nice night on the town when they see us coming. Maybe I'll just buy stock in Amoxicillin. When I was sick, I used all my energy to yell at the doctor about making me wait. If you've ever had strep throat, I don't recommend you go out and get yourself some and try it. It's the most miserable feeling ever. Pain, misery, fever, chills, and puss. You can smell and taste the sick. It's so gross, but mostly just miserable. So, when I was sick with it, I didn't have the capacity to ask the questions.

First of all, it's been posed to me that we find out if there is a carrier in our family. And if so, find out who it is. But then what? Everyone, including the dog, has been treated for Streps A, B, and/or C in our house at some point within the year. So, can I line us all up at once, drop the drawers and each of us brave a nice penicillin shot in the ass? Do I need to clean my house or something? Do we need to take such extreme measures that I ditch all carpet and get my dream come true, all hardwood floors throughout the house? Do we need to put the dog down? TELL ME!

I really do have calls into just about every doctor I've visited, and/or offended at some point with all of these questions. I don't want strep again, and I certainly don't like watching the ones I love be in such pain. Ricardo is a big strong buck. But knock him down with a twist of Strep and the man makes Bambi look like one of those schitzo gym giants on a roid rage. He looks so feeble and miserable, all hunched over, trying to walk to the bathroom, all while asking for a bed pan. See? We need to stop the insanity! As a responsible contributor to society (translation: wacked out blogger) I promise to fill the mass audience in on what I discover, if there are any answers.

On the flip side of this. Ricardo might be the funniest drugged up person on the planet. It's times like these that I've saved my codeine pills from surgery recovery. Once he felt the pain coming on, I happily surrendered my stash of codeine. A few hours later, I was greeted with a slurred happy man who wanted me to snuggle with him.

"That's sweet that you want me and all, baby, but really, you're breathing infectious germs. I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight."

He protested.

"Baby, you're infected."

To which he replied, "Don't infect yourself, just respect yourself."

After shameless laughter at him, he suggests that this indeed should be the new slogan for an HIV/AIDS campaign. And then cited that he comes up with his best ideas when under the influence of misery, pain, deliriousness, and drugs. Ahh, join the other "artists" my dear.

When Ricardo got his wisdom teeth out, he thoroughly embraced the drugs. First he hit on the she-man nurse who helped him out to the car. Then, he tried to make out with me in the car, citing, "C'mon baby, think of the memories we'll make."

But the best was when we pulled up to the drive-up pharmacy to get his medications for the wisdom teeth excursion. I turned from talking to the pharmacist to see Chris sit-dancing, with the best rendition of the sprinkler I've ever seen.
God Bless Him.

I hate to see him in pain, but it's fairly entertaining.That's me, finding a positive at someone else's negative expense.

That's how I roll.