Could Be Worse

I drove The Boy to school today.  See, he had to take a proctored test at the High School  at 7:15 this morning, meaning he would miss the other neighborhood walkers he usually goes with each morning.  I sat in the office waiting for him to take the test...after he once came out, simply frustrated that he couldn't get his log in to work. I called the house and The Girl looked it up for me, so The Boy went back to try again with the other log in info.  Voila!  He got logged in successfully, but then bombed the test. 

So I drove him to school.  And he complained all the way there about not feeling very good.  Thinking this was a ploy to excuse his test score, I made him go to first period.  Mean mom.

For the last few days he has been complaining of a sore neck, not inside--like his throat, but outside--like he got hit wrong at football.  Monday night he threw up and has had headaches every day since. 

My "worst case scenario" thoughts poked me and thought "meningitis" and I got scared.  So after dropping the mopey little man off to school, I called the doctor and got an appointment for 9:15 but at the alternative clinic, meaning two towns away.  I took it, as the afternoon classes he has are harder to make up work in, so we headed back out in the car at 9 AM.

Since he plays football, I always worry about concussions, neck injuries, and assorted mayhem.  Thinking meningitis might get thrown into that mix, I was glad to get him in to have it checked out.

Turns out, it is strep.

So, a slow, thick shot in his nether region and two days (doctor's ordered) home from school and resting and he should be back to normal.

Whatever that is.