The morning after our visit to the Stock Show and Rodeo Presley's fever was still really high so I took her to the dr. She really doesn't get sick that often. She has had the occasional runny nose, cough, and ear infection, but other than that she has only been sick with the stomach bug once. She has never had a fever over 100' so when her fever stayed at 103' I was a little nervous.....especially since she had just been sick a few weeks earlier right before Christmas. She ended up having strep throat and I just knew I was certain to get it. I used to get strep throat yearly when I was little and when I was teaching.....if you even mention the word "strep throat" I get it! At the Rodeo, before we realized Presley was running a fever, we let her drink out of our water bottle so I just knew I was going to get sick too. Fortunately, Joey and I have both escaped this nasty virus! Thanks be to God!
Our Doctor's appointment wasn't until 3:00 in the afternoon so Presley was exhausted by the time we left the office. Presley was, once again, pretty dramatic at the dr's office and so they gave her a Dora sticker to calm her down. Which, by the way, did not work. Does it ever? She gave a polite "sanks" when Dr R gave her the sticker, but there was NO joy or excitement about it. As we were driving home I gave Joey a call to let him know how Presley was doing. Right after I got off the phone with him I looked in the rear view mirror to see if Presley was sleeping, but all I saw was this....
I tried not to laugh because we have all had one of those days, but it was just too funny. I don't know why she put the sticker on her forehead, but I am pretty sure she has seen her cousin, Grant, do it a time or two. I took a picture of her and sent it to Joey ;o) There is one good thing about having strep throat! You recover quickly.....that antibiotic works wonders! The next morning when Presley woke up I experienced a very happy child. When I walked in her room I was greeted with an "I had a good night sweep! I don't have a temperature anymore. It's a great day, mommy!" For the rest of the afternoon she was back to her "normal self" and she reminded me quite often that "It's a great day."
I think we all need a little medicine that reminds us that "it's a great day!"







