Diagnosis Test Anxiety

Whew! What a day.

Our day, Mitch's and mine, started at one in the morning, with a mysterious purple spot that had suddenly broken out on Mitch's face. He called and woke me up to tell me about it. I admit I was a little less than sympathetic at first. As in, you are waking me up at one in the morning why? To tell me about a spot on your face? Are you kidding me? Until he texted me a picture, and there was this HUGE PURPLE SPOT ON MY KIDS FACE AND WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING???

At two in the morning I was wide awake and googling pictures of hematomas and hemangionas trying to figure out if this was something that was going to eat his face in the next 6 hours before instacare opened. I do not recommend googling any medical terms in the middle of the night. The pictures just will not help you sleep.

At 9 in the morning, the doctor said it was an infection and gave him some cream for it. How do you get an infection on your face? I don't know. How does it pop out in a matter of minutes? No idea. Apparently something like this can be a sign of some really bad things happening, but in that case you would also be extremely ill. Mitch was feeling fine and the spot had already started to fade, although not fast enough for Mitch, who was not excited to go to work with this thing on his face. His computer had also crashed the night before, and his big EMT final was tonight. Between the computer and the purple spot drama, his studying had been pretty much shot, and he was worried about passing the test.

By three, I was pretty much phoning it in at work. Not enough sleep for three nights in a row is not good. Fortunately, it was kind of slow, and we mostly just sat in the back and threw jabs at each other. The boss got some good ones in today that I just couldn't throw anything back at. Darn him.

At eight I was at the Logan house scrubbing the floor. Mitch called to tell me that the test was over and he had passed with flying colors. Hooray!! He is going to be a certified EMT! The day that had started with the possibility of a face-eating disease had ended in victory. Now hopefully, the victor's spoils (and the victor's mother's spoils) will be a full night's sleep.