When we got to Salt Lake on Friday night, Zak complained about his arm hurting. I knew that he had a spot (from a virus he has called
molescum)
under his arm that was a little red and swollen, but I had no idea how bad it was until now. So on the way home, we decided that it would be best to take him to the doctor to have it looked at. And since we were there and paying a co-pay, I asked if they would take care of the wart on his foot too.
Little did we know what we were in for. Apparently the doctor had another patient that she was communicating with Primary
Childrens to make sure she did all the right things. We finally got in to see the doctor an hour after Zak's appointment time, and then Primary
Childrens called and it was another hour before we saw her again. By the time she got to Zak it was 11:30. (Amber and Les were waiting in the waiting room too.) After she looked at his arm, she decided that it would be best to lance the spot and squeeze the infection out, and she said that the wart was so big that she was going to have to cut the top part that was dead off before she could freeze it.
Zak is such a brave kid. He laid on the table as if nothing was going on and let her do what she needed to do. She had to cut into the infection two different times, but he said it felt so much better to have all of that out, that it was OK. She
was able to squeeze at least a dime size pocket of infection out, and said that there was a lot more, but it would involve too much cutting and that she would have to
cauterize it if she did any more. So she bandaged it up and gave him an antibiotic and moved to his foot.
Again he laid there very brave and let her take care of his wart. He said it hurt a little bit, but not too bad.
Anyway, after leaving the doctor at 12:20, finding a pharmacy and waiting for his prescription to be filled, and driving the rest of the way home, we finally arrived home at 1:00 in the morning. It was a very long night.