I was glad I got all done on the computer, especially at school so I can just give my hand a break from writing. But having that sore hand at night is a pain, especially at dinner.
The next day, Dad said, "If I'm out doing errands, I can meet you at the doctor's office."
"Okay," I said.
At school, I could feel an itch coming on, but I didn't want to scratch it. My teacher noticed something was bothering me and came over to me.
"Are you alright?" asked Mrs. Simon.
"I'm getting an itch," I said.
"Looks like you're getting a rash," said Mrs. Simon.
That was when I noticed she was right. That explains why I was getting an itch.
"I'm seeing my doctor anyway. He wanted to check if my hand is okay before having the bandage removed. I could text him about what was going on," I said. "Is it okay if I go text him?"
"Sure," said Mrs. Simon.
I went to go call him and the receptionist transferred me over to him.
"I knew I would be seeing you, so it would be a good time to let you know about it ahead of time," I said.
"It's good that you mention it to me," said Dr. Wellington.
"Is there anything you want me to do in the meantime?" I asked.
"Yes, you can keep ice on your hand if needed and I'd suggest to leave your bandage until I see you," said the doctor.
"Okay," I said. "My dad has to do some errands first then he will meet me at your office."
At the doctor's office, Dr. Wellington called me in when Dad came in.
"Good timing. The doctor had just called her in," said the receptionist.
In the exam room, Dr. Wellington started to unwrap the bandage when the receptionist came to knock.
"Mr. Spier is here," said the receptionist.
"You can send him in here," said Dr. Wellington.
When Dad came in, he said, "How's everything?"
"I just started to unwrap it now," said Dr. Wellington. "She texted me telling me her hand was starting to itch."
"My teacher noticed I was getting a rash. I knew I was coming here, so I texted him to let him know," I said.
After he finished unwrapping it, he saw how bad my hand was getting. "It was a good time you called me. Your hand got infected."
"How did that happen?" I asked.
"It's from that blister," said Dr. Wellington.
"It's no wonder I felt an itch," I said. "What's the next step?"
"The bandage can't be removed just yet," said Dr. Wellington.
"Do you still want me to stay on ice or Aleve?" I asked.
"It's not necessary unless your hand gets sore, which may happen while it's still healing," said Dr. Wellington.
"It did got sore off and on even when I'm not doing stuff, but it's mostly at night," I said. "What should I do about Gym or anything else?"
"I'd give it another week or two," said Dr. Wellington. "I'll write the date for when you return to Gym."
He wrote it and gave it to me. On the way home, I texted Kristy about what my doctor instructed me to do and she replied no problem.
"I'll still excuse you from doing chores until your hand is healed fully," said Dad.
"I thought about the same thing," I said.
"I'm glad you mentioned it to your doctor ahead of time before your appointment," said Dad.
"I know, so am I," I said.
At home, Dawn said, "How did you made out at the doctor's appointment?"
"My hand got infected," I said.
"That must be why your hand was bothering you even more earlier," said Dawn.
"Yes. It's a good thing I'm doing everything on the computer, including my homework," I said.
"When can you attend the club meetings?" asked Dawn.
"My doctor wants me to take it easy on my hand for at least two more weeks," I said.
"Makes sense," said Dawn.
"I already texted Kristy to tell her and she says she's fine with it," I said.
"I have no problem taking over for a bit longer," said Dawn.
"Oh, Dawn, speaking of that. I told Mary Anne I'll give her more time off from doing chores until her hand is fully recovered," said Dad.
"Okay," said Dawn.
"I wish Sunday is here already. I can't wait for Carlos to be part of our family," I said. "I don't think I'd be able to help Carlos at all with anything that day."
"I think he'd understand," said Dad.
"I think so, too," I said.