I went to tidy up my kitchen counter today, but before I did I noted this scene.

I thought it mirrored the medical situation in my house perfectly!

See in the background? There’s my bottles of meds shoved to the back, knocked over, and forgotten.

In the forefront are the bandages, ointment, and bottle of antibiotics that are all out because of my daughter. You remember this girl?

Yes, well…this girl decided to go out and play basketball last night on the newly sealed driveway…shoeless and sockless (and brainless.)

She came in bloody and limping with a round chunk of skin about an inch and a quarter in diameter torn off the outside edge of the ball of her foot, filled with filth from the freshly tarred driveway. I will spare you a photo of the damage.

We soaked it, cleaned it the best we could, and treated it with antibiotic ointment, but this morning it was angry and reaching an arm of infection that was heading for her inside ankle. The infection had travelled 5 inches in less than 12 hours. Having dealt with cellulitis infections before, I knew we were in trouble.

As it stands, her doctors are quite taken aback by the speed and intensity of the infection and are treating her with aggressive antibiotics. Problem being, she is allergic to the first choice antibiotic and all it’s relatives. If she doesn’t improve within 24 hours we will be looking at hospital admission for IV antibiotics. Never a dull moment!

As all Mothers know, when one of your babies is sick, your own ailments get shoved to the back of the counter, forgotten, unimportant, until that baby is out of danger. Hence, the photo.

Aaaaaaand……cue music.