Infected Toes and Vomit!

This is how my week is going! Tuesday, I was fresh out of bed and still adjusting to the light when I passed my son Brandon in the hall heading to the bathroom. Although my eyes were still foggy, I could see that something was just not right. As I looked down, I see that his big toe is almost double in size and the color of a flashing neon sign.

I said, "Brandon, your toe is infected!"
Brandon, "Ya I know. It will be fine."

At this point, my own toe begins to throb at the sight of that thing.

I said, "You can't go to school that way! You have to see the doctor! How long has it been like that?"
He says, "About a week or so."

I am now picturing my son at the beach with flip flops and no big toe. Not gonna work! So, we took him to the doctor, they said his toenail was ingrown and gave him antibiotics. In two weeks, he has to return to have the ingrown toenail cut out. Ouch! Strangely, he never thought to mention it to me. Ugh!

Last night, I was awakened by the sound of my oldest son Michael, vomiting over and over again. I sure hope it ends with him and we don't have another Barf o' Rama!