Oct. 16, 2007 - Ramblings About an Infected Thumb
I can't believe that I am using part of my evening to write this, but here goes...
Do you realize the damage that a small splinter of hay can cause?
Well, my dd'00 poked her finger with some hay and it is now severely infected. (To B.- it was at Nana's house.) It is not a pretty sight. In fact, we keep it covered with a bandage partly so others won't have to gaze upon it. (Ok, I just made myself laugh by using the word "gaze" in reference to a puss-filled wound.)
It makes for good coversations at Walgreens, though.
"What happened to your thumb?"
"Oh, I poked it with some hay and it is infected. But, I'm on antibiotics now."
"Wow, I had no idea a piece of hay could do that."
The lady looked so incredulous about the whole situation that I wanted to add, "It all happened while I was at a homeschool conference where almost everyone was wearing dresses and headcoverings - except my rebellious sister-in-law, that is." I'm sure that I would have gotten an interesting reaction.
Yes, she is on antibiotics. I know that antibiotics are overused these days. But, an enlarged, red, tender, puss-filled thumb is the proper use of an antibiotic, I must say.
The trip to the Dr. was interesting. My clinic didn't have an openings so I went to another one. They asked a lot of questions. Surprisingly, very few had anything to do with her thumb. Here is a sampling of our Q and A session:
Nurse: Does anyone smoke around you?
DD: Oh, no! We know that very unhealthy in our family.
Nurse: How do you sleep?
DD: Not very good. I woke up once about a year ago.
Nurse: Do you wear a bike helmet?
DD: Well, I don't really ride a bike but I have a helmet. I ride a scooter. And I don't wear a helmet with it.
Dr.: Do you chew your nails?
DD: Yes.
I'm still shaking my head in confusion. What do smoking, sleeping, bike helmets and nail chewing have to do with an infected thumb?
Comments
Oct. 27, 2007 - HEY now!
Posted by mom25girls
Only a handful were actually wearing head coverings. : )
You brat! If only you had believed me. You could have shared in my blissful rebellion. But, alas, you had to "fit in" and go with the social norm.
Love you,
Your brazen sil. : )
