Panic

We had to take Miss Abby to the ER Saturday night. Right in the middle of Rob's birthday supper. She had what we thought looked like an infected bug bite. A large, swollen, red lump on her inner thigh. It was painful and she was very clear that we weren't to touch it.

The doctor spent about 2 minutes with us (our of a 2 and a half hour stay) and told us, without benefit of a culture or any kind of test, that he suspected MRSA -
Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus. She had a small abscess that would need to be drained, but it was too small for him to do then. We were told to wait until Monday to see our regular pediatrician and that the procedure could be done in the office. In the meantime, we were given a prescription for Bactrim, told to keep warm compresses on it and come back if it got worse.

Monday has arrived and we have a 3 p.m. appointment with our physician. Abby seems to feel good over all. She spent part of last night dancing around her room in her Happy Birthday tiara, wearing Dora pajamas and putting on garish blue eye shadow. I, however, am a wreck! Google is not your friend when your child is sick. Everything that pops up is worst-case scenario horrors. Not good for a worrywart like me. Good thing Rob can keep a level-head in these types of situations. It's the only thing keeping me from full-blown, nail-chewing, nausea-inducing PANIC!