Blah

That is me these days…weeks. Next week, we have a court hearing coming up. It’s to address the issue of a paternity test, temporary visitation, custody and child support, and “MrNiceGuy” is making my life hell with lots of phone calls, instant messages and texts.

Basically, he doesn’t want the hearing. He wants us to go back to the proposed paternity settlement agreement , where he gets a $200 cut in child support, gets 6-12 months before he has to pay and can stop paying should he lose his job, yet again.

Needless to say, I have my issues with that proposal, and my attorney is pushing for the hearing. So “MrNiceGuy” is nowthreatening that if we have to go to a hearing, it’s going to get nasty. He will also try to get rotating custody where she spends one week with me another week with him. He is unemployed, but still can’t make time to spend one day in the week with her, but he wants a whole week. As a part of his threat he says, “I don’t want that, but if you push this I will have no choice.”

So yeah I am blah.

The Rash

It started with what looked like a rug burn, Wednesday. I didn't worry so much about it because it was dry and looked like it was healing. \

By Thursday the skin around it was peeling and thoughts of ringworm came to mind, but no it wasn't that.

Friday, little pimples developed under her neck. Heat rash? Maybe? Who knew? Then the pimples, looking more like scars, spread to her mouth. I thought, “No big deal. It's from the teething.” Ooh, did I forget to mention she is teething. She already has six teeth, and now three more are coming in. Between the rash and the teething, I need to be medicated, seriously heavy duty, happy pills medicated.

Saturday, nothing new popped up, so we went to the beach. She loved it. I loved. It was great day.

Sunday woke up and she is covered in pimples from head to toe. Rashes of various sizes and shapes covered her fingers, her arms, her legs, her trunk, even her butt. I took her to the Urgent Care Center. The first doctor looked. “Chicken pox,” she suggested, then shook her head.

She called in another doctor. He goes through a list of questions. “Has she been throwing up? A fever? Has she been scratching it?”

“No, no, no,” I answered.

In the end he advised. “As soon as possible take her to her pediatrician Monday. I hate to tell you, but I have no idea what this is.”

Monday, we go see her pediatrician.

“Has she been throwing up?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Has she been scratching?”

Again I shook my head. This was becoming fairly familiar.

She studied my squirming daughter again. “Well, the rash around her mouth and the one on her body are two different things. The one on her mouth is impetigo Antibiotics will take care of that.”

At this point she sighed and got that look doctors get when they are about to admit something they don't want to admit. “The rash on her arms and legs,” another sigh, “I don't know what it is. It could be strep, but since she will already be on antibiotics that will take care of that.”

So basically nearly $40 later and the rash is still there and still unknown. At least half the mystery is solved.