I know our good furiends and friends remember my posting our blog about our holidays here. I did mention my Mom and her Boo Boo toe kind of putting a damper on our holidays.
I failed to mention how serious it was, Mom being diabetic and the fact that it had gone on for 2 weeks. (The entire time of Dad's Christmas vacation. )
Mom had thought about going to an urgent care during Christmas but who wants to go to urgent care during the Christmas holidays? This past weekend Mom called several urgent cares and there was a 2 hour wait at each one...
Today Mom called her doctor but she wasn't working, and all the other doctors were booked up. Mom called several urgent cares once again and once again a 2 hour wait at the 3 she called.
I could tell Mom was getting a little stressed. Mom had decided if her toe was going to heal on it's own, (including a little help from Mom with soaking and massaging the infection out) it would have been well by now with this being week three.
Mom and I both have an active and healthy imagination. I'm sure you've all noticed this by now with our stories and art work. Mom had gone through many scenarios all involving dimly lighted exam rooms, unsterilized cutting instruments, and a doctor who's eyes are filled with an insane and wicked gleam, just looking for a patient with an infected toe to split open. (This is all part of why Mom doctored on her toe for thee weeks. )
I knew while my Mom had her courage I needed to reassure her that she was doing the right thing and that everything would be alright. (even though secretly I truly with all my heart believed Mom's wicked insane doctor scenario was probably spot on)
So Mom called the brand new Emergency Room facility here and found out there was no waiting and what ever problem Mom was having they had the expertise and the drugs to fix it. Yup's Mom was still determined that no one was going to touch her toe unless she had lottts of good pain meds in her.
So this is the part where Mom goes to the ER and on the way out the door I give her the high five sign letting her know I little Molly know she's got this. (Although I was wondering how well Mom with the Boo Boo toe and the doctor mashing and probing the Boo Boo toe were going to get along.)
Mom parks in the ER parking goes inside to noo wait time at all, goes into the exam room, which by the way is brand spanking new and brightly lit. After about a 10 min wait a pretty young blond lady doctor with a sweet smile comes in. She gently feels Mom's toe, ask her how it feels prescribes Mom an antibiotic, proceeds to tell Mom her toe should be feeling better in the next couple of days and to drink lots of water.
I am now nurse Molly and stay by my Mom with her Boo Boo toe and tell her see Mom it was all in your head. Never mentioning that I Molly the brave hunting doggy truly knew in my heart of hearts that zombie's had taken over the ER doctors where Mom was going to get her toe looked at. This will be our secret my dear readers.
Love, Molly and her Mom with the Boo Boo toe