There are few things I hate as much as holding a screaming child at the doctor. Yesterday Ed got tubes in his ears and a sliced up toungue. He proved that he has the potential to become a mean drunk. When he came back from recovery and the anesthesia was wearing off, He started crying, then yelling angrily and punching and kicking. He even threw in a couple of head butts for good measure. Being an experienced bouncer, I recognized these actions for what they truly were. He was disoriented, bloody, and pissed off. I have had the same feelings after "just one more" tequila....dizzy, beaten, and ready for payback. The only difference between him and me is that he was in a surgical center not a police station in San Angelo.
The upside is that for hours and hours after we brought him home, I would find him going around the house just listening to things in amazement. He actually can listen to you when you tell him things. No, he can HEAR you. Not listening is a family trait that I'm sure he will continue to display.
Today, I noticed him picking his arse and grimacing. I've been concerned about some fire ant bites on his gluteus maximus and now it looked like one had gotten infected. (Yes...I am that guy now, the one who talks about his kids disgusting ailments on the interweb.) Anyway, I got an appointment with a doc within 30 minutes cause I'm afraid this looks like MRSA. This skinny blonde chick who looks like a high school cheerleader is his doctor today, not his regular doc. She asks a few questions, gets me to drop the diaper on the boy and squeezes this fucking robins egg sized abcess until it gives forth. Meanwhile, I have to hold him in a bear hug and he's pulling my eyelids and hair and making cauliflower of my ears. He basically gives me every dirty move there is except the scrotum twist. All the while he's yelling out baby babble which starts to sound like real words..."sumbitch let me go! I'm gonna punch you in the nuts when you get outta the shower for this you muhfucka!"
It's a MIRACLE!!.
Anyway, he's been through too much in a short period of time. Just to be safe, I'm going to start wearing a cup around him.
Friday, June 6, 2008
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