Mummified... Thursday, February 17

I’m assuming we’ve all been to the emergency room and have experienced the same frustration of not being tended to or not being answered to. Well that was what happened to me today. I had lots of questions and no one had any answers.

What had happened leading up to me rushing to the hospital was I woke up today, rolled over on my floor mat and at the sight of Snickers’ back I let out a big gasp. His back was overly blotchy and red. It looked as if a mosquito bite had grown enormous and taken over his back. It looked bad; it looked just flat out wrong, wrong and painful. And it was painful, as I soon found out by the distrot look on Snickers’ face when he rolled up.

I told him to take a cold shower, hoping it’d cool his burning, itchy skin but the relief was very little, so I insisted we drive to the hospital. The hospital had a skin specialist; we’ve come to him before about this very same problem. Once a year Snickers experiences this freakish thing that looks like a bad allergic reaction. It usually only lasts a day or two but this year he got it the other day and it passed within a couple of hours only to resurface today… and it came back so much stronger.

At the hospital they gave him a needle to the bum, which they do for all patients. I’m assuming it’s just some dose of extra vitamins. The doctor had no explaination as to what the heck was going on with Snickers’ skin though but insisted he go and buy the medicine he prescribed.

Snickers and I are both anti-pill poppers. There’s nothing a good night’s sleep, eating extra oranges, or a hearty bowl of chicken soup can’t cure, after all it’s not like we get sick often. And as for boxing injuries, a few days off training usually does the trick. A baggie full of pills to down doesn’t sit well with Snickers but he agreed to buy them.

“Thanks but no thanks” I told the doctor. I know my husband. He’s going to waste my money and buy your pills because he thinks that’s good manner but those pills will be sitting in our garbage can within an hour or two.”

“Amy… please make the itching go away, please!!!” Snickers whispered to me. I looked at him and he looked so sad. My poor baby was itching from head to toe so I stood up and became somewhat demanding.

“What’s wrong with my husband?” I asked.
The doctor rambled on about something but Snickers reinforced what I had already guessed. “They don’t know” he mumbled to me.

For the rest of the day I tried to baby Snickers. I let him milk the situation too. He ended up buying the prescription pills but it was only because of me that they didn’t make them to the trash can. Well, they did but I took them out. Sponging his high fever hot skin with a wet chilled towel was pretty much the only form of relieve he found so he spent the day on the floor, covered from head to toe in wet towels.

Ahhhh… my poor baby.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
What's going on with your body?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
In these matters the only certainty is that nothing is certain.
-- Pliny the Elder