The next day, I got up with an itch near that hand. I got dressed before I went to go tell Dad.
"Dr. Wellington wants us to check it every so often," said Dad.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot he mentioned that, but I didn't want to do that on my own to mess things up," I said.
"I understand," said Dad. "I can help you with that."
When he removed it, he said, "Looks like you got a rash."
That explains why I was getting an itch.
"What should I use for it?" I asked.
"We do have that cream. I think he mentioned you can put some cream just in case that happens, but I'll double check with him," said Dad as he went to make a phone call.
Afterwards, he said, "We can use the cream."
He went to get cream and put it on that.
"He said we can wait for a few minutes before putting the bandage back on," said Dad. "I'll just do that before you leave for school."
Good. It felt good to have a little break from that. When it got closer for school, he put the bandage back on.
"When is that follow up?" I asked.
"Not until next week," said Dad.
"I'm just glad I have been helping you cleaning the attic," I said.
"That's true, but it's still too soon to do any other chores that can make it difficult for your hand," said Dad.
"I thought about the same thing," I said. "It's a good thing I'm doing everything on the computer, including my homework. I wish Sunday is here already. I can't wait for Carlos to be part of our family. I don't think I'd be able to help him at all with anything that day."
"I think he'd understand," said Dad.
"I think so, too," I said.