In the words of every pediatrician ever, said 100,000 times a day, "It's probably just a virus that's been going around."
Shocking, I know. It's not pneumonia, TB or the strep and while Calder's tonsils are quite large, that's more of a genetic thing than a sick thing. I had HUUUUGE tonsils. I could make them touch each other by flexing my throat muscles. I finally got them removed in high school after complaining about them forever. While I rarely ever had strep, I had tonsillitis constantly. That means lucky Calder has a lifetime of easy dismissals from school ahead of him.
A Short Play
Me: Cough, cough. My throat hurts.
Nurse: Your tonsils are gigantic; I'm calling your parents!
Of course I asked Bruce if there was anything we could reasonably do to make him feel better and Bruce replied via text, "Eat lunch at the big lello M". I didn't think I would have to explain to a grown-ass man that I wanted to know what the doctor said would make Calder feel better and not what Calder said. But there I go, making assumptions again. Just like I assumed that seeing as how I have been waxing poetic about Shamrock Shakes for the past five days, yesterday might finally be the day I get home to find one waiting for me in the freezer. No such luck. And Calder didn't even eat his cheeseburger! That is how I know he is really sick. No cheeseburger yesterday and on Monday the list of things he wouldn't eat/took forever to eat included Fruit Loops, tater tots, PB&J and ICE CREAM. Basically the only thing Calder has put down without excessive coaxing over the past few days has been my Thin Mints. Which I am saving to grind up into my Shamrock Shake. Won't someone think of the pregnant ladies?!
Today Calder is back at day care, still coughing and cranky, but undiagnosable and without fever which is good enough for me. I'd feel bad about exposing other kids to him but it's not like he got sick in a vacuum and Bruce and I have not been ill soooo....
Plus, he really wants that shot at getting his superheroes back.