Because Why Not?

Thursday, youngest and I met up with his debate team (the 9th grade, i.e. Challenge 1, for Classical Conversations does debate - believe me, that is the only reason debate is a thing for us) at the little library near us. They needed to go over their cards and such and one mom is very much a Tiger Mom (though not Asian - so maybe one can't be a TM if not? I have no idea and don't care to research it.) so set up the meeting even though the kids are all "Meh. We're set."

Anyway, it's always nice to get out and about and said library is in a park so, when work was finished, the kids decided to do the trail (it was meant to be all of us, but one mom had a pulled muscle, so the other two of us decided it was nicer to hang back with her than to leave her alone.) 

When they returned, youngest held out his pinky finger to show where he had been stung by something. The stinger had been removed by one of the other kids (very nice of her) and it looked red and a little swollen but nothing to be overly concerned with. So we went home, I had him take an allergy pill and put ice on it.

All seemed well.

Until we got to co-op day on Friday and I look at his pinky and ring finger and half his hand are now ballooning up. I hied myself off to CVS to procure allergy meds (as I'd meant to, but forgot, give him one before we left home) and cortisone cream. Returned. Applied.

Not quite an hour later, the swelling was worse and it was somewhat streakily red. 

So yeah. We left co-op and went to urgent care, and we left some hours later with steroids and antibiotics and instructions for hot soaks/compresses not ice (because apparently for stings you want hot so that you get more blood to the site - I just think swelling equals ice, which is why I did that. But the more you know.)

This morning, 8 steroids and 2 antibiotics in, I'm not seeing a huge improvement. Maybe a little? I took pictures but they are not as useful for comparison as I hoped. And I couldn't get anything to mark on the boy's skin, so my attempts to outline the swelling/redness were useless. (I could have used sharpie, but I didn't really want to resort to that. I've never had trouble drawing with a ballpoint on my own skin, so I am unsure why he's ink-proof, but there we have it.)

We're supposed to go back for them to take a look this afternoon and...I just don't want to. I know I should. We more than likely will. But ugh.

Regardless, it was another delightful day in our string of ridiculous days of late (and the day got off to a wonderful start of some number of the three dogs having vomited/liquid poo'd during the night. Such a delightful way to being a morning.)

I'd say I'm ready for a vacation, except I really don't want to take this show on the road.