Woke up this morning to find Jax had blossomed lots and lots of brand new bigger better redder spots all over his entire body, head-to-toe, even on his lips. Naturally, we called the "Doctor", and rushed over for an emergency appointment. Their assessment?
"The Amoxicillin 10-day Rash". Uh huh. Okay.
Doesn't mean he's necessarily allergic? Uh huh. Okay.
The vomit? Probably just a stomach virus on top of the ear infection/"10-Day" rash-thing. Uh huh. Okay.
Ear Infection? Alive and kicking. Uh huh. Okay.
Other ear that he's been pulling on the past 3 days? Not infected whatsoever. Uh huh. Okay.
New antibiotics? Yep. Uh huh. Okay.
...Don't think we didn't call them on the "10-Day Rash" bit, either. You're not gonna get off so easily when our kid looks like this:
P.S. God -- whatever I did to piss you off, I'm really really monumentally really really sorry. I've said my Hail Mary's and my Our Father's -- now can we call a truce?