Remember last week that my son Fuzzy hurt his ankle by being hit with a pitch at a baseball game?
I forgot to mention here that he ended up in the ER getting an x-ray, which was negative, but we were happy that we took him.
It had really swelled up a lot overnight, and you just never know.
And, now for this weeks medical adventure...
Last night, Hammer went outside for a bit. For some bizarre reason he decided to go along the fence by our neighbor's and then managed to get stuck with a thorn from a sticker bush.
Then, he decided not to mention it, even though the sticker was stuck in his finger.
He waited until, he started to have a severe allergic reaction to the thorn, and his finger doubled in size.
So, I started to try to get the thorn out, unfortunately, with all the swelling it was driven deep. I got most of it, but could not get the last remaining bit. Even with 2 benedryl's the swelling was moving down the finger.
Poor Hammer, put up with a lot of digging and prodding, but he realized it was time, too.
So, off to the ER for the second visit in 6 days. Hubby took him, I stayed home with the other munchkins.
They injected it, dug it out, no stitches required, gave us a script for antibiotics, instructions to redress daily, and for Hammer to see our pediatrician next week.
Hammer is okay today, it is just sore now, but still a bit swollen, as you can imagine.
Tonight, another baseball game for Fuzzy. Ugh.
Keep your fingers crossed....
They say these things come in three's, maybe I should put Pumpkin Muffin under lock and key? Have her skip dance class? lol
And, I seem to be flaring a little which has me annoyed.
I just had the Orencia. Usually, that means everything is great, no swollen joints.
Instead, my left knee is a mess along with the left elbow. Even, my left pinky is getting in the act a little.
Did I say I was annoyed? Actually, I am downright pissed off. I do not want to have a flare. I do not have time for this in my life right now.
I have to sit on bleachers tonight, and honestly, I don't feel like it... and that pisses me off, because I want to be enjoying my son's baseball game.
Oh well. I don't get to be in control.