When It Rains, It Pours

And if it ever rained at all this summer, it would be pouring at our house. Troy woke up with pinkeye again today. True to form, he never gets sick or hurt during the week, only on a weekend when the doctor is closed, and we have to take him to urgent care. Luckily, we still had some drops left from his last bout with it, so we were able to get him started on the antibiotics early instead of waiting until lunch when the urgent care opens. Of course, the moment he saw the towel and drops bottle, he went ballistic. We tried to calm him down, so he’s not traumatized by the experience. But we gave up and held him down, prying his eye lids apart.

If that wasn’t bad enough, the ringworm that we had under control came back on his other butt cheek, which means they still haven’t dealt with it at the daycare. This is beyond frustrating for us, because they don’t seem to be taking it seriously. We informed them, but they didn’t inform anyone else. And it will do no good for us to treat it, if he just keeps getting it from school again and again.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, Troy was standing in my wife’s office this afternoon, watching her change the light bulb on her lamp, when he somehow got his feet tangled and fell…right into the corner of her desk. So, now he has a large swollen, red bump on the side of his head. And since everything with him has to be difficult, he doesn’t want to let us put ice on it. We once again had to restrain him, while he went ballistic, to manage the swelling.

And to top it all off, because we had to go to the urgent care, he missed his nap today. So, he fell asleep on the couch right in the middle of eating his dinner. He’s so tuckered out and exhausted. But now we have to wake him up to put drops in his eyes, so we can’t even let him drift off peacefully. We have to traumatize him again. Time to get out the umbrella.