Karen - Day 85 - The Rash

I've got a wierd rash.

8:45am:

The nurse looks at my weird rash and does the simultaneous eyebrow raise and pursed lips with intake of breath. "It's not that bad is it?" I ask. "Oh yeah, that's bad." I start to get a little nervous "But you've seen worse. Right?" She looks me in the eye and shakes her head. "I've never seen it so bad." Who the hell says that to a patient???

I have the worse case of hives the doctor has ever seen. He said my body is fighting a viral infection. There is no medication that will heal it but I can take Benedryl at night to help with the itching. Perfect. I feel so glamorous.

Once home, 4 asked Hubby and I to sit at the kitchen table.

"Mommy, Daddy, I have to talk to you. I don't know if you will like this or not but, I am 4 now. I don't want anymore sippy cups. That's for babies. And I'm going to wipe my own butt. I'm 4. It's time."

To prove his point there was a ceremonial butt wiping after a poop. Everyone in the inner circle was contacted. "I can wipe my own butt" was announced to 12 people during 7 phone calls. I put everyone we called on speakerphone because it got funnier and funnier to hear. "What?" "I can wipe my own butt!" "What??" "I can wipe my own butt!" "WHAT?? I can't hear you!" "GRANDMA DEE! I CAN WIPE MY OWN BUTT!!!" Honestly that just never gets old.

To celebrate the new coming of age situation I made pasta carbonara. I added some green onion and I just put the panchetta on top. Hubby said he likes it the way Shaboom makes it better. I told him (as I scratched my itching neck) if he were to actually read my blog he would know that she doesn't make it, her French lover makes it for her while she's naked in bed. He looked at my weird rash, made a face and ate the freaking celebration pasta.

Benedryl take me away.