Strep

Maddie had strep A in her lungs last June which meant a visit to HDU for a few days.

Yesterday she started complaining of a sore throat ehich I've presumed viral so have adopted the watch and wait approach. However this evening I took a look inside her throat and it's evident that things aren't great. I stupidly googled images and her throat completely matches Strep throat!!

Sooo my question is..can Strep travel from throat to lungs????

Last time we had very little warning things weren't right..Prob a couple of hours of breathing problems. It's now nighttime and I'm a little worried. She's fine in every other way. Her Asthma is behaving itself too.

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  • Emily, hi! You are asking a question that brought me here today. I believe the short answer is a definite YES! If you're interested, here follows , deliberate pun, a much more long winded answer. From birth I spent well over half my days as a young child, on the family farm in Lincolnshire. The rest of my time and since, in the city. Everyone remembers me as being a really tough, well built boy who NEVER had a day's illness till I was in my eighth year. I have never had Flu. When seven years and six months old another boy bit me. My throat closed up almost completely and I was reduced to surviving on milk and baby foods. I would chew meat until it was bleached white, but never could swallow it. I was a living skeleton. The doctors diagnosed Tonsillitis, but my tongue was covered in green fur-like blotches. I had Double Pneumonia soon after my Tonsils were, finally, removed after eighteen months. I was then diagnosed with both Poliomyelitis and Meningitis. I surfaced from all these hells struggling to walk. The Specialist in charge of my case said that the extreme temperatures of the Meningitis burned out the Polio. I relearned how to walk. I only had slight, but equal, deformation in both my legs, such that I have no limp. I took to running. The freedom of running everywhere was my greatest joy. When I decided to enlist in the Paras, I thought I would give the TA a try first. I went through all the tests and whatnot. While at Aldershot I was informed that I was the fittest fellow on the camp. I was so damned fast that the other recruits really loathed me, but I could not care less when I made them all look poor against me, for it was a competition, after all, eleven of the original 43 got through.. I decided not to join the regular army and left after a couple of years. During the medical fitness test the doctor put a tape round my chest and told me to breath in. The tape whipped through his fingers and we had to try again. He said my chest expansion is phenomena! Fifty years later I find myself in a very strange situation. About ten years ago a doctor explained to me why I would suddenly have highly explosive sneezing fits. All those problems as a child left me with a highly sensitive pallet. However, my GP of some fifteen years has retired and today I will see a new one and again I will try to explain the gist of what I have said here to you AND that I go from a clear, quiet, powerful chest, were I can hold my breath for three minutes with ease, to a coughing spluttering near wreck of a man within a few hours of one of my damnable sneezing fits. I know what happens, because I can feel it. A cough is a simple drawing in of breath directly via the mouth. A sneeze, especially in series. first draws air in through the nose and then there is a Ventura effect, where mucus is pulled from the rear nasal passages into the chest. There, within the rear nasal area lie all the maladies of which I have written here. Strep, Meningitis, Polio, and many more. When you draw air sharply in to cough and sneeze, you do not only spew forth millions of evil droplets at around fifty plus miles per hour, you draw back, powerfully, into the throat and airways poison enough to kill you. Another complication is that coughing and sneezing stresses the sphincter that seals off your stomach acids and food content from your oesophagus. This, over time, sensitises your throat, which also induces coughing which then further weakens the sphincter and unwanted juices flow up as small droplets to obstruct and irritate the airways. Last night the sounds emanating from my chest had gone from seagull and bagpipe imitations in the throat to the roar of an express train in a tunnel, from within my lower chest. When this started I was walking through a quiet art gallery. I was as startled as the young woman whose head whipped round to gape in my direction. My throat had made the perfect imitation of the loud cry of a baby. The one thing, so far, that I have never done is panic. I find I can talk without vocalising through my larynx. My laughter was once, very nearly, my undoing, for my fit of laughter brought on a right royal episode. Maybe, you should encourage your child with a smile when she also makes these strange little sounds, but maybe not laugh out loud. Best, Tony.

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