It's been well documented here that ever since he was born, lil' Trot has had his share of health issues; constant ear infections that led to surgery for tubes at 9 months, stomach bugs, allergies, etc..
Newest plague? MRSA, which is a fun little thing to have. We found this out yesterday, even though he's been fine since last week.
Last Monday, Ang was bathing him when she screamed hysterically for me to get to the bathroom. The following ensued:
Ang: "He's got a flesh eating bacteria! Look behind his ear! Oh my Lord, what are we going to
Me: (blank stare, panic rolling in.)
Ang: "Ted, look at his ear! He's got one of those flesh eating viruses! We've got to do something!"
Me: "STOP SAYING THAT!"
You get the idea; it went on like that for a good 15 minutes while Trot screamed like some chimp with rabies and I kept expecting an alien baby to pop out of the mess behind his ear. We took him to the doctor on Tuesday, he calmly said it was Impetigo, gave us an antibiotic, and sent us on our way.
I guess the culture finally came back yesterday (nothing like modern medicine; it took 8 freaking days to get a sample back from 2 miles away) and it's a mild version of what I imagine the Black Plague looked like at the beginning.
Which brings me to the picture. See, the Doc thinks he got the staph infection from drinking 4 day old rain water that had ponded up on the play hut out back. Yes, he drank it and somehow I kept from developing hives.
So I hit the door today, Ang is on the phone, Rakes is watching tv, and Trot is nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden, here he comes strolling out of our room, soaking wet from head to toe (toilet) with a mouth full of something. I tell him to spit it out, and he hands me a fist full of pennies; dirty, germ soaked pennies put in his mouth by hands that had just been in the toilet.
Did I mention I'm a tad OCD when it comes to germs?
It's a miracle he doesn't have SARS, Asian Bird Flu, and Scarlett Fever by now.
Even more impressive? I didn't immediately pass out.