Eww, that's gotta hurt


Sören is sick with preseptal cellulitis. I am a little concerned about taking her picture while she's infected and posting it here -- in fact, it feels a little wrong just to blog about her illness in the first place, but here at least is an interesting picture from the web:



Now, imagine the eyelid so swollen it won't open. She is in a world of discomfort, but has begun to take a cross between Amoxycillin and maple syrup. If she gets better by Sunday, perhaps she won't have to be hospitalized. Yea.

She swears that the medication is the worst medicine she has ever had. Which tells me it is time to give her a nice dose of Syrup of Ipecac.

When Sören was in the doctor's office, I thought how Ms Pope tells me that Sören is "all Pope." But if she really was, she would tell the doctor that her eye was hurt because her mother hits her. I still remember yelling out the window on a beautiful day, with neighbors out gardening: "Ow!! Mom! Please don't hit me! I'm sorry, Mooooooom! OWWWWWWWWWW!"

After the examination, I carried her out to the car and we waited for Ms Pope to rejoin us. On a whim, I started to sing Puff the Magic Dragon to her. I know it's cheesy, but that song always, always, always made me feel better when I was growing up. Ms Pope came out and we took our own cars home, with me stopping off at Target to get the antibiotics. When I walked in, Sören immediately asked me to sing Puff to her again. And again tonight, when I got home from work. I just have to say, nobody has ever asked me to sing to them in my entire life until this. Ever. Granted, there is a reason for that. But Sören does not care that I can't carry a tune.

Oh, I hope she gets better soon.

Posted: Fri - March 4, 2005 at 10:56 PM        

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