May 16, 2008

Sometimes I REALLY Hate Nature

Tonight Daughter complained that she had a sore spot on her head. Further investigation by Husband revealed a tick on her scalp.

Dammit.

He got it off, or out as the case may be, and it was engorged with blood.

Dammit!

By this time Daughter was crying because obviously it hurt when Husband pulled out the little bastard, and as I sat consoling her I calmly recited the pediatrician's phone number. (It never hurts to check, you know?)

Notice that I said "calmly." My outward appearance gave all indication that I was fine, but inwardly I was freaking out.

Anyway, the doc said to cleanse the area with alcohol and then apply antibiotic cream to the bite area. We had the alcohol but no ointment, so I volunteered to make the trip up to the store. Better that I get out and be useful instead of sitting around thinking the worst.

As I really was freaking out, I had to have something to calm me down, therefore in lieu of beer and cigarettes to cloud my brain I settled for chocolate and Coca-Cola. Still bad for me, but I won't get in trouble with my husband.

(But between you and me I'd really like a cigarette right now.)

Now we're on fever watch, but I'm hoping against hope that because Daughter is on an antibiotic right now nothing will happen.

Sometimes I REALLY hate nature.