My mind is thinking, Oh no, what do I have to sort through or clean up now? But that is not the job.
“I think I have a thorn or splinter on the bottom of my foot. I can’t see it to get it out. So I thought you could,” he says.
“This is my opportunity to inflict pain?” I joke as he gets tweezers and I get a magnifying glass. “What were you doing to get this in your foot?” (I have been working out of town for the past three days, so I don’t know what he’s been doing.)
“Yesterday I did some yard work in the backyard, but I was barefoot. I never felt anything until this morning the bottom of my foot was a little sore, but I couldn’t see anything in there, so I thought I’d wait until you got home and you could get it out.”
He puts his foot in my lap and I look. I can see there is infection but there are also red lines radiating out from the infection and beginning to crawl up the side of his foot. I’m no doctor, but I do know that red streaks are not a good thing.
“You have an infection and red streaks coming out of it. I’m not messing with this. Let’s go see what Pam says,” I tell him. (Pam is our neighbor and she is a nurse.)
Pam takes one look and says, “You had better get to urgent care as soon as possible. You have an infection in your blood and if you wait it will be up to your knee by the morning.” These are not the words we wanted to hear.
We have no idea where an urgent care center is with our insurance. However, after a phone call to nurse on call we know where to go. They are open until 9 and it is only 7 so we should be good. Hopefully this won’t take too long.
That was a hope in vain. After waiting nearly two hours, he is called to the back. The staff at the center begin the closing process as I sit and wait. I am watching a young father juggle a baby, who wants to get down and crawl, and a three year old daughter as they wait for mom to return. I am thankful I don’t have to entertain anyone.
Within fifteen minutes, my husband returns. He is not limping and there is no enormous bandage wrapped around his foot. “So, what happened? What did the doctor say?” I pepper him with questions.
“He said it was a good thing I came in, but he couldn’t find a splinter or thorn in my foot. And we have to stop to pick up an antibiotic prescription before we get home.”
At 9:30 we drag into the house. I am tired but relieved. I hope we don’t have anymore changes in plans like this in our future.
P.S. – Three days after the evening in urgent care, we get a phone call from urgent care. The doctor had taken a culture of the infection and the lab report listed some bacteria that was causing concern. So, an additional antibiotic prescription was called in to the pharmacy. I am happy to report the wound is healing.