My Polka Dot Girl

You never think it’s going to happen to you. I remember a week ago, picking up my prescription for my two-year-old’s ear infection, half-way listening to the pharmacist telling me that she could have an allergic reaction to amoxicillin. Even though I know being allergic to medicine not genetic, in the back of mind I was thinking, “Well none of my other kids have ever been allergic to any meds, so she won’t be either.” I was wrong. And my daughter’s new polka dot looks proves it.

Her cute little face, with a "few" spots

Her cute little face, with a “few” spots

Should we play dot to dot on her chest?

Should we play dot to dot on her chest?

Yes, her arms look like an entire can of red paint splattered on them.

Yes, her arms look like an entire can of red paint splattered on them.

Her back is in on the act, too.

Her back is in on the act, too.

She has more spots than a leopard. Poor kiddo. And the doctor said it could last for a week or so. Oh well. If I want people to give me a wide berth, I just need to make sure my daughter is with me. They’ll avoid us like the plague they think she must have. Best part? Her ear is still red. So, another antibiotic, at five times the price of the first, is the new cure. Let’s hope this one doesn’t make her look like a piece of modern art.