Bows, bells, baubles and beads

Here’s a little morning photo of Ro. For the observant (amongst whom my husband and I apparently do not number), you may have noticed that his left hand is somewhat larger than his right. Yesterday lunch time Ro got bitten by an insect. We aren’t sure what kind, because we didn’t see it. It wasn’t until after dinner that I realised he was avoiding using it at all and that it was, in fact, about twice the size of the other. Cue a visit to the out of hours doctor. He said definitely an infected bite, and gave us antibiotics and told us to give him calpol, because even if it wasn’t painful now, it would be later. I’m pretty sure it was painful before, and is now, given the way he’s avoiding using it, but he insists it isn’t (have I ever told you all about how Ro would rather do anything than admit something hurts? We don’t know why, but it makes life very difficult).

This morning he proudly told me the antibiotics were working and that his hand was much smaller (it isn’t). I’m glad he thinks it’s working though, because he doesn’t like the taste at all.

I hope he gets the use of it back soon, because it’s quite sad watching him struggle to do everything one-handed. Still, at least it’s his left hand (he’s right-handed).