When it rains it pours!

Life can be so funny. You go along keeping busy, doing your thing, and have nothing other than a busy calendar to keep your brain working and the BAM! In a matter of hours you have crazy things, big things, falling out of the sky like rain. This past week was one of those weeks. Monday I woke up with a sore throat. I was so annoyed b/c I have been sick three times in the last 6 weeks. Totally not cool. And not normal either (for me). Then Tuesday afternoon my son comes home with a small white area on the side of his finger...hmmm...dead skin maybe? Ingrown finger nail maybe? It's small, nothing to worry about, right? Hahaha! Then Tuesday night I get a call from a lawyer in Kansas City informing me my great aunt died of a massive stroke. If anything can make a sick person feel worse, it's news of a relative passing. Fast forward to Wednesday after school. That small white spot is now four times the size it was just hours before, it's a greenish, yellowish puss filled bulge and the surrounding area is red. (And oh by the way- I have a fever). Straight to the pediatrician we go and what do you know, he has a serious infection...not just in his finger, but his nose as well (back track a week- he had severe allergy issues and his nose got chapped from all the drainage. He continued to pick and pick until the chapping became scabs and now the scabs are infected). Beautiful. To make things better the decide to send the puss tot he lab to make sure it's not MRSA. Um, hello???? They tried to make me feel better by saying it may not be, but telling a mother they are checking for MRSA sets of a huge launch sequence of panic filled thoughts and emotions. Can't just backtrack and say "well, try not to worry." Sorry- I'm already beyond panic! So anyway, we go to the pharmacy to pick up a ridiculously expensive super-duper antibiotic cream to start treating the infection until we know for sure what we are dealing with, pick up some epson salts for soaking, antibacterial soap for washing, and bandages for covering. And Chloroseptic drops for me. OK, the worst is over, right? Oh wait- I have another child! Thursday I get a call from the school informing me Abby was at recess when she was struck in the head by a swing! Wonderful! It left a good size goose egg and an ever bigger sized headache. All this and I can't talk b/c I woke up without a voice. So while I am trying to ice my childs head and dispense motrin, I realize my son's nose is looking worse. He is still picking. So as any good mother would do, I loose it! But I have no voice so it's this whisper tantrum. My kids look at me like I have ten heads. Seriously. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I decide to be done with it, put a band-aid on my kids nose, and crawled in bed with the headache and goose egg girl. Friday comes- TGIF. I feel better, my voice is coming back, my daughters headache is gone and the goose egg is fading. I go to work to catch up on a pile of things that went unattended earlier in the week. The lab never called today (the MRSA test is a 48 hr test) so I figure no news is good news. Although if my son doesn't stop PICKING we are going to have to go back to the dr and have some sort of huge plastic contracption shield his nose from his fingers. But there was one very bright spot in this mess of a week. A friend of ours returned home from a trip to S.C and brought us a case of Cheerwine! Ahhhhhhhhh...memories. If anything can cure a crazy week, it's Cheerwine. :-)