"I've got a bum foot"

We've been having to wheel/carry Devin around the last several days ever since he got some weird puncture on his right calf last Thursday. It started off looking like a welt with a small hole in the middle, like the kind you get from a nasty bug bite, and Devin was complaining about his foot hurting. No clues from Ms. Tran, she had no idea.

Called off plans to go to the Hollywood Bowl (sorry, Hope and Dawn!)--he was cranky and the thought of having to navigate through crowds and traffic with no idea what was wrong made it a no-brainer. When we got home and took off his shoe, we found a blister on his heel. Also strange.

The next day, the welt turned into a bigger, nastier infection with oozing pus, and that blister ballooned to the size and shape of a slug. A whole team of docs was stumped: three doctors and a resident intern were poking at him. (Apologies to the faint-of-heart.)


A second visit to the clinic the following Saturday yielded two anti-biotic shots to his butt, and Devin howled in pain (man, it *looked* like it hurt!). He was a real trooper though, so we paid him back with his first taste of a lollipop, treated him to his first movie theater experience to watch Wall-e.

Yup, and with popcorn!

So getting sick or hurt doesn't always turn out to be so bad, right?

Oh yeah, and Allison and I just celebrated our 5-year anniversary. Things sure aren't like what they used to be.