The pox: Day 3

So we got referred to Children's Hospital today where we were told we should go to the ER and possibly check in with infectious diseases. That's right, "infectious diseases." The jackpot of random illness encounters. The very mention of it makes you want to run and put a face mask and rubber gloves on and travel with some advance team who clears a room before you enter because of possible contagion. I mean, look him. (click on the photo to enlarge the horror) If I walked up to you in the grocery story and asked you, "Can you hold him for a sec, I need both hands to lift this case of Sierra Nevada" would you hold him? Hell no. But instead, we go to Children's Hospital where phil was met with "why are you here?" Fucking look at him! is what I'm sure what phil meant to say. "Um, we're here to be stashed in a little room where people ignore us for roughly 3 hours and where we're forced to rummage through drawers and steal all the percoset the diaper bag can hold to pass the time." But before we were forced to turn to such drastic measures, the doctor showed up. She probed. She conferred with someone who diagnosed him with something that ended in "multiforme" which basically translated to "we don't know" but then closed the whole encounter with "but if his mouth and eyes start to blister, bring him back." I dunno, we likely would have gotten more out of the visit had we gone for the percoset.