Oy, That Oldest Urchin!

I spent two and a half hours this morning at the local urgent care facility with the oldest Urchin, who is now eight. That girl. I'm telling you, it's a wonder I don't have more grey hair than I already do. Some of you remember the emergency appendectomy of last summer where what could go wrong did. And The Lyme disease of the summer before that. And the never-explained illness of her kindergarten year, complete with lots of blood work, head x-ray and cat scan.

So here's the latest saga. On Friday morning at school, she apparently found a bug in her hair and ripped it out. She went to the nurse because it left a mark. Nurse applied antibiotic ointment and the Urchin remembered to tell me about it. I checked it out, and there was a red mark and possibly a scab. Saturday comes and goes with me checking it periodically. Saturday night I finally decide I don't think it's a scab.

And it's not. It's insect mouth parts.

Which I try with no success to remove. So I apply liberal amounts of ichthamol (which reminds me of the living sludge from Creep Show*) in a hail Mary attempt to draw out said insect mouth parts.

Icky, icky, ichthamol.

* Not for the weakly constituted. This clip is really gross.



It was a long, hard, painful extraction, in which that brave little toaster only said "ow" twice, and I'm happy to report that all visible bug parts have been removed. Sigh. Here's hoping tomorrow's a little less adventurous.

So how was your weekend?