In his case that means medicine for his skin. Creams, etc. Unfortunately I’d forgotten buying a new tube of hydrocortisone cream and sticking it in something that I put pens in on the back of my desk. He knows it’s no mans land but evidently curiosity got the best of him.
Like I’ve said before I haven’t been sleeping with this fucking cold. I found out tonight that I CAN sleep sitting upright on the fucking couch. I fell asleep without meaning to and the kid went into his Dr. Ben Casey routine. He woke me up saying something was wrong. I nearly fell off the damned couch. I noticed his pants looked funny. They were almost shiny at the hems. He had spread over half of the tube of cream on his feet and legs. He said he was sorry so I tried not to get too upset. I got the pine tar soap and cleaned his feet and legs while explaining to him that this was the reason that *I* do all of the skin medicating.
I warned him that if he’d managed to find (he won’t… it’s put up where he can’t get hold of it) my capsazin cream and applied it to his feet and legs that he’d have been screaming and crying from the pain. Hell, I don’t use it unless I absolutely have to… almost did last week but remembered the pain of swollen lips and eyes and decided to live with the pain instead.
Anyway I think he understands now why I’m Dr. Mom and he’s the patient.
Richard’s off tomorrow through Tuesday and he’s told me to take it easy so I can get over this crap.
Think I’ll spend Sunday in bed covered in Vicks and try to sleep until this shit is over.