Aug 01
2016

I woke up on the morning of Friday the 13th of May with a slightly aching right thumb. It felt like I'd knocked it on something the day before and maybe bruised it a little. I had been cleaning and organizing boxes in the basement and assumed that's where it happened. Well, as the day progressed, the pain got worse and it became red and swollen. When Eric came home from work around 5:30, I told him I thought I might need to go to urgent care because it was a more throbbing pain than earlier. I went in and the doc thought it was some sort of infection, although there were no visible sores so it wasn't obvious. She put me on an oral antibiotic (Keflex) and said to watch for systemic symptoms like fever, nausea, etc. I went to bed that night and was absolutely miserable. I was in so much pain and just felt like crap in general. I got up around 1 am to take some ibuprofen and tried to get to sleep. That didn't seem to help so at 3:30 I just got up and thought it might help to ice my thumb a little. I checked my temp and it was 102.7 (a couple hours after 600mg of ibuprofen). My sister asked earlier in the night if I had any red streaking near the thumb because I mentioned my right arm pit being sore. Well, lo and behold, there were now red streaks from my thumb to my arm pit and I commenced freaking out. I called my doctor's office and the on call doctor said I should head to the emergency room because the infection was spreading faster than the antibiotic could handle. I woke Eric up and called my dad to come over and watch the kids. Eric took me to the ER and they started me on IV antibiotics. I assumed we'd be there a few hours to get the infection sorted out and I'd be on my way. One of the ER docs came in and glanced at my arm and winced, "Eeeesh, I hope we get that under control". Um, thanks for the vote of confidence! The nurse said they would be sending the hand surgeon in as well. I couldn't believe how overkill it seemed, but after looking at what could've happened, I realize why they were so worried. 

Apr 13
2016

My mom and I took Eve to see Daniel Tiger Live at the Orpheum Theatre in Omaha tonight. For some reason, Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood is her absolute favorite show to watch. It's a modern, cartoon spin-off of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. We had a great time and Eve loved the show. We knew all the songs and she had a huge smile on her face the whole time. The only problem was that we were seated behind the naughtiest, most ADHD boys in the whole place. They were never seated which made it difficult to see the stage. There were two mothers on either side of the boys and neither did a bit of disciplining the entire time. One was on her phone texting or emailing the whole time and the other just kept looking at the boys lovingly. I just kept telling myself, "it could be worse, they could have those flashing wand things". Well, after intermission, what does the loving mother bring back with her? The flashing wand things. But only two, for the three boys to share. What could possibly go wrong?