Let's not be rash
Emmie woke up this morning looking like this.
I, thinking she was a little young for acne, reacted with restraint and calmness. I at least waited until the office opened to call the pediatrician. They told us to come on in after I told them Emmie had a rash of mysterious origin.
The poor thing was in fine spirits, laughing and playing and being her generally cordial self. She napped well and ate well, so I didn't think she was sick. But my goodness, she was looking rather like a leper. I tried to keep her in the house, lest anyone be scared off by her appearance, but we had to do the preschool pickup. I think the staff ran away when they saw her condition.
Her doctor walked in and the first thing he asked was, "What antibiotic is Emily on?" He's like magic, that one. I love him. He looked in her chart and saw it was Amoxicillin (aka The Pink Medicine) and said this was a classic penicillin allergy. Not bad enough to be life-threatening, but still an allergy. It's now been entered into her permanent record. Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn.
She had been on it for a week before the rash violently exploded on her face, legs and arms, so I was confused. Shouldn't it have happened right after she took the first dose? Not so much. Apparently it can take a few days for the histamine to kick in and then boom, symptoms.
It had started to calm down a little this evening, 24 hours since her last dose. Hopefully by Friday it will gone. Nobody wants to see pictures of a little rashy girl on Santa's lap.
I, thinking she was a little young for acne, reacted with restraint and calmness. I at least waited until the office opened to call the pediatrician. They told us to come on in after I told them Emmie had a rash of mysterious origin.
The poor thing was in fine spirits, laughing and playing and being her generally cordial self. She napped well and ate well, so I didn't think she was sick. But my goodness, she was looking rather like a leper. I tried to keep her in the house, lest anyone be scared off by her appearance, but we had to do the preschool pickup. I think the staff ran away when they saw her condition.
Her doctor walked in and the first thing he asked was, "What antibiotic is Emily on?" He's like magic, that one. I love him. He looked in her chart and saw it was Amoxicillin (aka The Pink Medicine) and said this was a classic penicillin allergy. Not bad enough to be life-threatening, but still an allergy. It's now been entered into her permanent record. Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn.
She had been on it for a week before the rash violently exploded on her face, legs and arms, so I was confused. Shouldn't it have happened right after she took the first dose? Not so much. Apparently it can take a few days for the histamine to kick in and then boom, symptoms.
It had started to calm down a little this evening, 24 hours since her last dose. Hopefully by Friday it will gone. Nobody wants to see pictures of a little rashy girl on Santa's lap.
posted by Amy at
9:01 PM
3 Comments:
Poor baby. Not only did she have to have that awful rash, now she can't have the yummy pink medicine for the rest of her childhood, she has to taken the nasty grainy white medicine (I believe it's the liquid version of zithromax?). I'm allergic to penicillin also, so I was stuck on the white meds.
On second thought, poor mommy too. My mother could tell you stories of the zithromax winding up on the ceiling because I'd pitch such awful fits over taking it.
Good golly. Did you break a mirror or something, walk under a ladder or step on a crack?
Same thing happened to my son when he was little. Now when they ask, we just say he's allergic to anything ending in "cillin."
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