The next day, I got up feeling an itch on my hand for some odd reason. I got dressed before I went over to see him. I tapped his door. He came to the door.
"Did I came at a bad time?" I asked.
"No, I just got dressed. What's up?" asked Dad.
"I felt an itch on my hand," I said.
"You can come in so I can check it out, honey," said Dad. "I'll just have to get my reading glasses."
He put them on and unwrapped it. "Looks like you're starting to get a rash. Glad you're seeing this now."
"That explains it," I said. "I did everything I was supposed to be doing, so I don't get why this happened."
"I know. I'll see if your doctor can fit you in. I know the follow up isn't until Friday, but I'd rather have you checked now," said Dad.
"I just hope I'm not allergic to anything," I said.
"Either that or it could've been on too tight," said Dad.
"Maybe. I didn't think of that. Should I use anything use to hold me over?" I asked.
"I think we can use some cream, but I can ask him," said Dad.
He went to go call my doctor and was about to fit me in, but he can't see me until late this afternoon.
"I'll be at work, so I can just let Mary Anne go on her own," said Dad. "I know the follow up is Friday, but I don't want to let it go until then. I just want to make sure it's not an allergic reaction."
"I don't blame you," said Dr. Wellington.
"Also, in case if it's tight, is it okay if I leave that loose?" asked Dad.
"Sure," said the doctor. "She can should keep using ice or take Aleve if she's needed and tell her not to remove the bandage until she sees me."
"Do you want me to put some cream on that rash?" asked Dad.
"That's fine," said Dr. Wellington.
After they finished talking, Dad said, "Dr. Wellington is going to take you in this afternoon at around 4:30 pm. He was booked until that time. I'll still be at work by then, so he knows you can go on your own. If I'm out early, I can pick you up. If not, you can walk home."
"Okay," I said.
"He said to keep ice on it or take Aleve if need and wants you to keep the bandage on until he sees you. Oh, he said you can use some cream," said Dad.
"Oh, good," I said.
"I'll leave the bandage off for a few minutes," said Dad. "He said I can also leave it loose."
He went to get cream and came back to put some on. Thank god that helped me through the day.
"I hope you'll make it okay," said Stacey.
"I think I'll be alright. Dad just wants the doctor to check the rash out," I said. "Leaving it loose seemed to help."
"That's good," said Kristy.
After school, I made time to do my homework on my computer. I was able to finish just before it was time to leave. I was ten minutes early when I got to the doctor's office. I was still waiting when Dad came.
"I was out early," said Dad. "It wasn't busy at the office."
"I didn't get called in yet. I was told Dr. Wellington was seeing other patients," I said.
"He's probably behind," said Dad.
"Maybe you're right," I said.
That was when the receptionist finally called me to go in.
"I'll wait for you out here," said Dad.
"Alright," I said.
He lets me to be seen on my own a few times before. I was in the exam room. I didn't had to wait long until Dr. Wellington.
"Could be an allergic reaction?" I asked.
"We can find out," said the doctor.
"I didn't get how this happened because I did everything right and it haven't been bothering me until now," I said.
"That's common," said Dr. Wellington while he was unwrapping it.
That was when he saw the rash.
"The good news is that it's not an allergic reaction," said the doctor.
"Thank goodness," I said.
"Your hand is actually infected caused by that blister," said the doctor. "I'm glad your father called me to fit you in. It was better to be safe than sorry."
"I have a few questions. Should I continue taking Aleve and put ice pack on it?" I asked. "Can I also continue using cream in case of an itch?"
"Yes," replied the doctor.
"Is it okay to leave it loose like this?" I asked.
"I'm fine with that," said the doctor.
"I'd be afraid to make that rash worse," I said.
"You don't have to come see me Friday. You can wait until next week unless you feel any pain," said Dr. Wellington.
He was able to make it loose before I left the exam room. On the way out to the waiting room, the receptionist made an appointment for next week.
"How did you made out?" asked Dad.
"The good news was that it wasn't allergic reaction. My hand was infected caused by the blister," I said. "He said he was glad you called him to be on the safe side."
"So am I," said Dad.
"He added I can just keep doing like I've been doing and I can use the cream if needed," I said. "I won't have to see him until next week unless I feel any pain."