The 'Super Bug'

Have you heard of MRSA? Well, we in this household have all recently been intimately educated. More specifically, Bowen. It all started with a little bug bite about an inch under his belly button. I thought "Oh great, you got ants in your pants" (in Florida that's not just a funny little rhyme. It's more like... a serious problem). And then the bump started to grow and I decided it was more likely caused by Mr. Spidey who I continue to attest is real and not just a recurring hallucination caused by my serious arachnidphobia. So then it was just a waiting game to see when he'd turn into Spiderman. But then it really started to grow into what you might call a small crater. At this point I had ruled out ants, spiders, and vampires. I had exhausted all my medical knowledge base. Of course Bryan knew all along it was just an abscess caused most likely by some evil bacteria which eventually led to the need for professional medical intervention. It's always a treat to go to the clinic. Bowen loves to be poked and prodded. Oh wait, no, that would be his alter ego. Sometimes I get them mixed up. The real Bo feels like being touched by any person holding a funny instrument is a violation of the utmost molestation. So here we have 4 adults straining to hold an irate 3 yr old down while the Doctor drains the vampire venom out of this now 'huge' owy. But the part when I started to wonder if I was in the movie "I Am Legend" was when I noticed that all the adults had on not just latex gloves but full on mouth guards and head shields. That's when I realized two things... that I was either a) going to be the soul survivor of a world-wide epidemic and my lack of survivor skills and coping skills would lead to the downfall of the human race or b) I was his mother... most likely already infected (hence why I was not offered my own set of armor) and they were secretly inserting a microchip to document his incumbent demise before shipping us both off to a Quarantined Gov't facility... aka: the Big Bubble. Come to find out it wasn't that serious and his condition was treatable. The worst part about it would be trying to get him to injest antibiotics (that's good enough for a whole nother post). And life goes on. Which reminds me... when the heck is there going to be a new Gossip Girl?

* 'Made up words' for this post include 'shieldery' and 'nother' unless I'm mistaken and they both happen to be legitimate English.