It’s a rare tropical bird!
It’s a beat-up minivan!
Faster than a four year old running from a tickle, able to leap over kids’ crap in a single bound, SuperMom is the most fantastical of all the Supers. She does it all. Name it, and consider it done. Volunteer in the classroom? Name the time. Laundry piling up? See her dash from pile to pile, sorting and treating and folding (putting away is your own damned project). Taxes to be done? Watch as she gathers the receipts and Very Important Papers she has diligently filed all year.
But wait…what’s that on the horizon? OH NO! It’s SuperMom’s arch-nemesis! Her very own, personal Kryptonite!
It’s…it’s…IT’S STREP THROAT!!!!!!
Able to take down SuperMom faster than you can say ahhhh, Kryptonite Strep Throat (KST) is the only thing that brings SuperMom to her knees. Wheat/gluten-induced exhaustion? She can struggle through that. Kids up all night sick? SuperMom can handle it. KST? SuperMom down! SuperMom down!!!
Last night, after the four and a half hour dress rehearsal for my concert tonight, Tom and a good friend convinced me to get to the doctor today. The doctor, who was probably my age, checked me out and went to get the strep results. She wasn’t gone 15 seconds before she came back in all “yep, it’s strep, do you want the shot in the butt or the prescription?” You know it’s a bad case of strep when the results jump out at the doctor screaming POSITIVE!!!!! I passed on the ass shot, as I was traumatized as a child by having to get those so many times. There is little that freaks me out, but a 6 inch long needle coming at me pretty much tops the list. No joke. Six inches. She was surprised that I get strep as often as I do, given that my tonsils were ripped out when I was 18 (10 years too late, in my opinion). Also surprised that I’ve had mono twice, but hey, what can I say? I’m an overachiever.
So Tom is getting my script right now. I stopped on the way home from the doctor to get it, but apparently 30 minutes was just not enough time to pull some pills for me. I’m starting to think I should have taken it in the butt this morning (Michelle, I had to, sorry! :)).
SuperMom needs to go rest now. She has a concert tonight and a quiet house right now. There is Tom Kha soup in her immediate future, as well as a super large ibuprofin dose (brings world peace!) and soon, blessed, blessed antibiotics.