At least that's how I felt last week.
Miss Smarty Britches came in the other night complaining about her arm hurting. I asked to look at it, and was told NOT TO TOUCH IT, MOMMA!
Here is what her arm looked like:
|Well, that's just...well...yeah.|
That thing was so swollen and it hurt from her hand to her elbow.
It looked like there was a splinter or something in it, so I got the tweezers to try and get it out. As soon as I touched it, that sonofabitch popped open and all manner of gunk started oozing out.
Why can’t this crap happen in the morning so we can go to the doctor? But nooooo, she’s gotta wait until 9:00 p.m. to start the death squirt. Kids are so inconsiderate sometimes.
I finished draining the 4.5 gallons of pus and blood out of this volcano of flesh while my daughter was giving me the Stank Eye and no doubt, wishing a thousand deaths upon me.
Then she told me that her pinkie toe was hurting. Well, shit. Let me look at that too.
Hmmmm, nothing to see there, just a tiny scrape. I cleaned it, treated the arm and toe with peroxide, bandaged them both, and sent her to bed.
The next day, her arm looked like this:
|Still giving me the Stank Eye the next day.|
The next morning, it looked like this:
|Ummm, that's not good.|
I kept her home from school and called the doctor and told them I HAD to bring her in today because I suspected a spider bite and her fracking toe looked like burnt hamburger meat. I guess I was convincing (or perhaps it was my insane mom voice shrieking about spiders and toe rot and elephantiasis and Tourette's Syndrome), because they gave us an appointment right away.
Even though it was her toe I was worried about, I thought I would show the doctor her arm, as well, since we were there and all. I took the bandage off, and this is what blasted my eyeballs.
Since they couldn’t find “turning into an apocalyptic zombie,” on the diagnosis list, the official diagnoses were an abscess on the arm and cellulitis in the pinkie toe. The pediatrician took a culture and gave my daughter some antibiotics and a topical ointment.
She didn’t give me shit, so I started myself on a vodka drip as soon as I got home.
After being on the antibiotics for a couple of days, the culture results came back as Staphylococcus aureus, but fortunately, not MRSA.
The arm still looked like zombies had been munching on it, but the attack zone was definitely getting smaller. And the toe? Well, it barely hurt and the swelling in her foot was gone. The toe itself was all bubbled up and resembled a Nerf football, but at least she could walk again.
|Toe-lio? MC Hammer Toe? Toe-litis? Lep-toe-spirosis?|
Y’all know how I like to find a silver lining in everything, right? Well, I’m using this opportunity as a weight loss program. Cleaning these wounds and changing the dressing 3 times a day has served as a definite appetite suppressant for me.
If it doesn’t go away soon, I’m gonna look like Kate Moss up in here. Calvin Klein, I’ll be waiting for your call.