The cure is worse . . .

After staying healthy for a whole month straight, I have succumbed to yet another of Ryan’s day care diseases. I stayed home with him on Monday, and by that night I was coming down with what I’d soon find was strep throat. Actually, the sore throat part wasn’t so bad. But the two-day fever was, making me so loopy that I landed back at the doctor’s. I was prescribed antibiotics for my throat and steroids for the pain.

My first full day of each made me so wired that I barely slept Wednesday night. When Ryan awoke at 4 a.m. I was right there, feeling great. I was woozy for a few minutes at work the next day, but more steroids had me up Thursday night and feeling like king of the world. I came home Friday and started crossing projects off my list. It occurred to me, though, that it probably wasn’t healthy or natural to be up for two days straight with the desire to sleep replaced by the urge to move some heavy furniture. So I skipped my second steroid dose on Friday in the interests of sleep.

My strategy resulted in a full-blown case of hives. Turns out I’m allergic to the antibiotic, not the steroid. And you know how you treat an outburst of hives that’s caused by an allergic reaction?

With steroids.

Aarghhhhhhh . . .