Sometimes I just want to cry uncle ...

In all honesty, what I really want to do, is let loose a whole slew of profanities instead and sometimes I do.Feels freeing.And today,in the sanctuary of my very own vehicle,I did just that.

I have lots to share.That's what happens when I seem to be making it a habit of only posting once a week.But most will have to wait.I have an entirely different post all but ready to hit publish on, but I opted out in light of the latest.Which,in my very own words to my pediatrician this afternoon were,"Well,could be worse.In fact, I do believe we actually have seen a whole lot worse over the last 4 years,haven't we?"

The long and short of it: Last Thursday,it looked as though Zoey was developing a stye.I cannot recall,for the life of me,any of the other 5 ever having one but I was fairly certain that was what it was.Took her into the doctors.My go to guy, Dr.Kundell, is off on Thursdays but his very capable and loved almost as much partner, was in.She said,yep,looks like a stye.Go home,apply warm compresses and that is about all we can do.So I went home and 24 hours later,the eye looked even nastier.It was a Friday afternoon so I put a call to the dr's ,left a message and headed to Matt's paramedic graduation.Which is one of the things I wanted to share but wouldn't you know it,the little Miss upstages once again.I will however post a picture as a consolation,and at the very least, express how absolutely proud of him we all are.





Jessica and Matt,looking darling as ever!



Anyway,my phone was in the car.Didn't check it all that night,which had I, I would have seen a missed call from the doctor. As for the eye,well,still looked like crap but figured we would see what the morning would bring.At 8 am the phone rings,it's the amazing Dr. Kundell,asking about her eye.As coincidence would have it, Mark and I were just commenting,not a minute before, how horrible it was looking.I relay that to her doctor, to which he says,can you meet me at the office,I am thinking MRSA.To which I, let out an audible gasp because that nasty,yucky thing, was not even on my radar.Why?I have no idea but I just didn't even think of it.And really,I should have but I have been a little complacent about it because she has been so good lately.No real spots of concern and well,I kinda pushed it to the side.Stupid,stupid me.




Check out her right eye ... wish I could have gotten a closer shot... this picture just does not do it justice.



For those of you that need a reminder or who happen to not be familiar with MRSA,MRSA is a very dangerous,antibiotic resistant staph infection.In Zoey's case,she has the community acquired not the hospital acquired and she is colonized.Meaning, it is in her body,forever,never going anywhere, anyways gonna be there.Which sucks.Big time.Not a fan of that word.Never allowed my kids to say it but seems befitting right now.If  MRSA begins to take on a life of it's own,and we can't get a handle on it,it can go south.Real quick.So, Mark hightails her into the doctor,the doctor does a swab and we are told to wait on the results,which can take 3-4 days.In the mean time,we will do heavy duty drops because her tear duct probe has failed for yes, the second time and it looks like there is a possible secondary infection going on.We start Bactrim,which is the only known antibiotic to sometimes curb the progression and from there,we wait on labs till mid week.

The eye gets better but doesn't clear completely and something in me says that that swab is going to come back positive for MRSA.And sure enough,it has.And now,the question is, with the spot still there, it obviously still has some  junk festering in it,what to do?Abscesses of MRSA have to be drained or else it will just stay and spread and well,do you remember the "flesh eating bacteria" hysteria not so long ago?Well, that,that is what MRSA can become.Trying not to be over dramatic but in the worst of the worst cases,that is the reality.

Do you see why I sometimes want to scream uncle?I mean seriously,this is not some benign nothing.And on her little lower eyelid none the less.So sensitive and fragile of an area.And if it has to be lanced and drained,not pretty.And the procedure would have to be done in a hospital and well,the lists goes on as to why I just want to cry uncle on some days.

Like I said,could be worse but sure as heck could be better,don't you think?Now,seems like I should wrap this up with a positive and trust me,lots to be positive about around here.I don't miss that for a moment.Really I don't.So as related to Zoey,in this moment,besides the obvious of seizure freedom and remission,the next positive I can see,on the grand scale is.... that she now eats 3 entire jars of food a day.No problem.And,she likes yogurt.Specifically this rich and yummy and loaded in fat kind.







The other big news with the yogurt is that when Zoey was a year old,we found out she was allergic to milk.Hives.Lots and lots of hives.But often when milk is introduced again to a child,when they are a bit older,the milk allergy has disappeared and that is the case with Zoey.Thank goodness for small favors.We'll take it.

For now,let's pray that this spot on her lower lid makes it's self scarce and we can avoid a procedure.The week has been crazy busy.The boys are finishing up school.Jess and Matt have left for a place of their own,insert sad face here :( and Danny will be graduating from UCSD on Saturday.Lots of good,crazy,busy stuff.Blessed and lucky for all of it.Well,all of it except for that pesky MRSA.

Uncle.