It wasn't a jammed toe after all. Peace has an awful spider bite- we think from a brown recluse. Peace called me from school saying, "Something is about to explode in my toe. Come get me."
The doc loaded the boy with antibiotics, steroids, and hydrocodone. He stressed the fact that the antibiotic and steroids probably wouldn't do a thing, but he was giving them anyway, just in case.
"Mostly, you just try and make it through the pain with the pain meds till it's over," he said. Great.
Peace explained, "I have finals tomorrow. Will I be able to think?"
"Nope. This pain stuff isn't so great for studying or taking tests. I'll give you a note," he answered.
Um. A note for skipping finals. Not a great plan, but it's what we've got to work with. We headed back to his school and the secretary called the principal.
Peace whispered, "We're taking this to the top, Mom!" Love that sense of humor.
The principal in all her grace assured us the school would do whatever was necessary including letting him make up finals after Christmas. Oh, I so hope it's not necessary.
Prayers for him please. He's really torn up about skipping his first two finals today. They are his hardest subjects.
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