Cellulitis! A short play.
I. Walking to school.
Henry: I have to be careful of my purple thumb.
Me: You have to be what of your what now?
Henry: My purple thumb. See?
Me: What, did you get magic marker on your thWHAAAAT IS THAT. Scott. Scott!
Scott: Oh, wow. Did you cut your thumb at some point, buddy?
Henry: Hmm. Yesterday at school there were these white cracks on my thumb so I put my finger in my mouth, and then the cracks went away.
Me: Oh, god, you put it in your mouth?
Henry (sighing): Yes, and then the white cracks went away.
Scott: Does it hurt?
Henry: Only when I touch it.
We head back home. Phone calls to the doctor ensue. An appointment is made.
II. At the doctor's office.
Nurse: So what happened?
Henry: Well, my thumb is all purple and swollen, see?
Nurse: Wow. Did you get a cut?
Henry: Yesterday there were these white cracks all over, but then I licked it and the white cracks went away.
Nurse: White cracks? And you … licked it?
Me: I know. I… I know.
Henry: It's okay! When I licked it, it got better! Well, it still hurt.
Doctor: What did you do to your thumb, Henry?
Henry (sighing deeply): White cracks, licked it, school, purple.
Doctor: White…what?
Finally, after much explanation, there is a diagnosis, and a prescription. We leave. I try to convince Henry not to ever lick his wounds or really any part of himself, especially at school, blah blah. He ignores me, preferring to list his favorite aliens from Ben-10. The End.
That play's going straight to Broadway, my friends. Mark my words.
New post on Wonderland today, about lying to your children. Like how when I told Henry that if he licked his thumb ever again, somewhere a puppy would die.



Okay now my head is spinning with what this could be.
But I love how nonchalant Henry is. Even at this early age, guys are so different than girls. Enh, it's fine. I mean it hurts but whatever.
Oh that? Severed my arm...just a flesh wound...I licked it. It's fine now.
Posted by: The Window Seat | April 18, 2008 at 02:02 PM
Oh jeez! Just read the title again. I thought you were being coy with us. It's cellulitis. John Wayne's diseases.
Must get more coffee now. Too slow today.
Posted by: The Window Seat | April 18, 2008 at 02:04 PM
In Henry's defense, I just obsessively took in what the Internet has to say about cellulitis, and _nowhere_ did it mention that you should not lick it.
Posted by: MomVee | April 18, 2008 at 02:32 PM
At least he didn't lick it, decide it tasted good (or really bad for what it matters), and then shove it in your mouth to make you taste it, too.
Posted by: Burgh Baby's Mom | April 18, 2008 at 02:40 PM
So, should you worry if he starts to sound like John Wayne? If any of his alien action figures start showing up on horses, you may wanna take him back to the doc.
Posted by: Jen | April 18, 2008 at 02:46 PM
Am I sick that I disappointed that there were no pictures??
Get better soon Henry!
Rebecca F.
Posted by: Rebecca F. | April 18, 2008 at 03:18 PM
He lost me at the "white cracks."
Posted by: SuburbanCorrespondent | April 18, 2008 at 03:25 PM
My short version of a similar story.
Walk in on 6 year old as he stands up from the toilet. Toilet is FULL of blood. "Don't worry, Mommy, this happens every time I poop." By the 3rd Dr.'s visit he sighs and says, "You're going to do a rectal exam, aren't you?" Eventually everything is all right.
Posted by: Jenn @ Juggling Life | April 18, 2008 at 04:00 PM
White cracks? Now I'm so confused. I don't know if it's a good idea to tell you that I have been known to suck on fingers that are injured still and I'm 41. Like today when I burned my fingers because I wanted to make sure the steamer was working. As my roommate explained it to be later, as I was whining about the burn, "Dana, if there's steam coming out of the steamer, then it is working. Steam is hot! Don't do that again."
Posted by: DM | April 18, 2008 at 04:05 PM
Owie.I had cellulitis in both of my feet when I was 21. I had just gotten my first big girl job and was devastated when I had to wear plastic flip flops for weeks because my feet were too damn swollen to wear shoes.
I did not lick my feet, however.
Posted by: Rhi | April 18, 2008 at 04:40 PM
DM and others, I'm guessing the "white cracks" were pus, but I'm trying not to think too hard about that.
Posted by: alice | April 18, 2008 at 04:55 PM
DM and others, I'm guessing the "white cracks" were pus, but I'm trying not to think too hard about that.
Posted by: alice | April 18, 2008 at 04:56 PM
note to self (and anyone else working): do NOT look up images of cellulitis on the internets. Probably will get fired for inappropriate usage of work equipment.
Posted by: jane | April 18, 2008 at 05:03 PM
Cellulitis! I had that when I was a kid. In 5th grade. Except it was more serious than Henry's (thank goodness his isn't serious). I had it in my face, and was in the hospital for a week, with IVs and worried doctors discussing with my parents for options if it spread further up my face, and possibly into my brain.
Fun times.
Posted by: Bea | April 18, 2008 at 06:39 PM
"I told Henry that if he licked his thumb ever again, somewhere a puppy would die."
This line is disturbingly funny.
Posted by: Pam | April 18, 2008 at 08:56 PM
i can't stand it... what were the cracks?!?!?! why did it turn purple?!?!?!
Posted by: punchanella | April 18, 2008 at 09:22 PM
Ok. I still don't get the whole white cracks licking thing but I guess I'll learn when mine gets bigger. Mine is busy fighting a nasty stomach bug right now. I also wanted to tell you that I read your article in Wondertime finally. I loved it. You make a great Princess Leia/Cinnabon.
Posted by: Someone Being Me | April 18, 2008 at 10:09 PM
Cellulitus? As I was reading I kept wondering where your (or someone else's, I don't know) cellulite would make its appearance. Then I actually thought to myself, hm, could her son have cellulite on his thumb??? But no, that doesn't make sense because if you sucked on cellulite and it went away there would be spas dedicated to sucking on women's thighs. Sadly, I am clearly wrong and cellulitus is something completely unrelated to cottage cheese.
Posted by: Petunia Face | April 18, 2008 at 11:13 PM
Ok, I love that Henry's chain of thought is something like white cracks + pain + lick = cure. I also think it's adorable that he has a swollen, throbbing purple thumb and he just ambles off to school and only offhandedly even TELLS YOU ABOUT IT! What a little trooper of a kid.
Posted by: Kimmers | April 19, 2008 at 01:33 PM
how do you make everything sound so funny, even these mini-emergencies? thank you for making me laugh!
Posted by: Susannah | April 19, 2008 at 01:43 PM
Wow. I just learned something new. I had to google cellulitis because I assumed the title had something to do with dimpled thighs and thus the play made noooooo sense.
Posted by: Chantelle | April 20, 2008 at 06:21 AM
Wouldn't happen in our house. The stoicsm, that is.
The minute the T-Bot gets a little bruise he is all "Owwwww Mommy I need a band-aid, I need to go to the *hospital*".
Given this, I have to admit it would probably be *me* doing the licking...
Although, now that I have actually googled some images of cellulitis, probably not.
Posted by: Inzaburbs | April 20, 2008 at 10:41 AM
That's friggin' hilarious, but in a "I'm glad your son didn't lose his thumb" kind of way. I have to get my kicks about the crazy things kids say/do from others' blogs since I don't have any myself. Sometimes I think...hmmm, would almost be worth it for the sake of entertainment. :)
RosieSmrtiePants
Posted by: RosieSmrtiePants | April 21, 2008 at 05:42 AM
All I can think is that my boys have also waited until something was infected in God knows what way before they showed it to me too. And then I was like HTF did you get your finger/toe/arm to be in this condition? And then I thought "Oh thank God -- it's not only at my house that Ben 10 rules too." And that I could probably have a nice discussion with Alice about how many tongues Upchuck has. Because my sons INSIST he has 4 and I say only 1. And then I wonder WHY DO I CARE!?
Posted by: AEMom | April 21, 2008 at 10:10 AM
Dearest Alice,
Worst.Parents.Ever.
Judgmentally,
Joe
Just Kidding!! Please don't go all test patterny on us again.
And if licking a wound is good enough for Izzy, why not Henry? Do I smell a double standard here??!!
Posted by: HeyJoe | April 21, 2008 at 05:24 PM
yeahhh, i should start reading titles. and i call myself a scientist... so much information passes me right by. *sigh*
Posted by: punchanella | April 21, 2008 at 06:43 PM
Okay, who is Ben-10?
I have girls. I guess that's obvious.
Kim
Posted by: The Yummy Mummy | April 21, 2008 at 09:37 PM
My thumb hurts.
Way more than it should.
At least the post was funny, so I guess it's worth it.
Posted by: LiteralDan | April 22, 2008 at 11:19 AM
I'm blaming Ben 10. Since my son can only concentrate on anything other than said Ben and his 10...what? personalities?? Great...for fifteen seconds at a time, I am anticipating thumb licking and cellulitis imminently. Oh joy.
Posted by: Well Read Hostess | April 22, 2008 at 12:13 PM
I kinda gotta hand it to him. He's a confident kid and he took care of business as he thought necessary.
Posted by: Pretty Lush | April 22, 2008 at 01:36 PM
Well, if it works? WTF is the BFD?
Monica
Posted by: Godless Sunday | April 22, 2008 at 07:51 PM
too funny.
Posted by: Joanna Schmidt | April 23, 2008 at 08:11 AM
This is hysterical. Love your style. Found you by way of Kyran at Notes to Self.
Posted by: littlepurplecow | April 24, 2008 at 12:49 AM
Ha! Ha! Ha! A grew up in the country with a bunch of rough & tumble kids who only came in for an injury if there was actual blood that didn't stop reasonably quickly. I can SOOOO relate!
Posted by: Toni | April 24, 2008 at 09:36 AM
@ The Window Seat:
I doubt it has much to do with boys or girls. I am comfortably female, and my father still recounts with wonder the kindergarden times I would be sick with a high fever, climb out of my bed during the night, throw up in the toilet, clean up after myself, and climb back into the bed without telling anyone.
(I obviously didn't do a good job of cleaning up because the parents figured out what had happened, but still.)
Posted by: Anna | April 24, 2008 at 10:07 AM
@ The Window Seat:
I doubt it has much to do with boys or girls. I am comfortably female, and my father still recounts with wonder the kindergarden times I would be sick with a high fever, climb out of my bed during the night, throw up in the toilet, clean up after myself, and climb back into the bed without telling anyone.
(I obviously didn't do a good job of cleaning up because the parents figured out what had happened, but still.)
Posted by: Anna | April 24, 2008 at 10:08 AM