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Yesterday morning Maija woke up at her dad's house with a fever and a sore throat, so instead of taking her to school with Micah he dropped her off at home on his way into work and she spent the morning curled up with a new book. Aside from being a little flushed, she seemed perfectly fine, had a decent appetite when lunch time rolled around and was practicing piano when I left to pick up the other children from school. However, by the time I got back her fever had climbed up to an uncomfortable level and she was complaining of blurred vision and dizziness.  

By 4pm I was on the phone with our pediatrician's office, by 4:45pm we were in the waiting room, by 5pm they were running a rapid Strep test and by 5:15pm our dr. was coming back into the exam room with a mask over her face. Uh-oh. Poor poor Maija had to be swabbed for "THE" flu, and even though I had assured her that it was nothing like a Pertussis swab, which incidentally she had to endure a year ago, I was wrong, it is EXACTLY like a Pertussis swab. For anyone who doesn't know what I am talking about, consider yourself lucky, and for everyone who knows precisely what I am talking about, well then you can sympathize with Maija and even understand why she flat out refused to let our beloved pediatrician anywhere near her. It's really quite difficult to restrain an 11 year old and the entire ordeal practically had ME in tears too. Maija was still crying half way home.

By 5:45pm I was hand delivering a bag labelled "Biohazard" to Children's Hospital where they will run it through the lab to figure out what has infiltrated her body. To be honest, this was probably the first time I can remember ever being DISAPPOINTED that it wasn't Strep.

By 7am Micah was waking up with a fever and the chills.

Oh great, there goes the neighborhood!