Last Friday I started to feel really run down at work. I thought that I was having a Lyme disease relapse - I get this from time to time - but I powered on through the day and got home. We celebrated Stella's birthday (yay two years!) and after that I collapsed. I didn't even eat dinner. I woke up on Saturday with a 102 temperature and a sore throat. My sister spent most of her childhood with strep or recovering from it (and eventually got her tonsils out, which ended the problem forever), so I knew the signs. I went to urgent care (my doctor doesn't swab on Shabbos), got the throat culture and the penicillin, and went home. I am 80% better today, but bizarrely, my culture came back negative! The doctor said to keep taking the penicillin, the test was probably incorrect. Maybe I have stealth strep? As usual, I blame my two little petri dishes for bringing me this little gift from one of their play dates.
In other news, MMWR warns us, again, of the dangers of unpasteurized cheese. This time, drug-resistant salmonella from Mexican-style cheese. Not cheddar. But eating cheese from your local corner market is still safer than eating a dead beached whale. In the same issue: fishing fatalities. To the fisherman, not the fish. That wouldn't be news.