JINX. . .you owe me a coke (a post about pus)

My mother and sister were saying a few days ago how Eliot hasn't had one of his infamous finger infections in a long time. I mean, we're talking MONTHS. I agreed and said, yes, it's been so nice not needing to visit the doctor once a month to have the pus drained from his fingers and spend $20 in co-pays and $20 more in medicine every time he has to go. Well, well, well. Two days ago a nice sized pus jewel popped up on Mr.Eliot's ring finger. It was the worst one he's ever had. I was hoping and praying and crossing my fingers that this one would go away on it's own, seeing as how I really don't have the time or money to drive him to Fullerton to get a prescription. Today I took a look at it and almost threw up. The infection was spreading down the side of his finger and was pure white. It was swelling up over the nail and looked extremely painful. This was the only fingernail I didn't cut the other day because he would scream anytime I touched it. But I decided that I needed to cut that nail back to see if it would help with the irritation. WELL when I did, the damn thing exploded. Drainage everywhere, Eliot screaming, me covering my mouth in horror because 1) pus, not matter who it comes from, it foul and 2) I had inflicted pain upon my child. So I got a warm, wet washcloth and held it over his hand and then cleaned it with hydrogen peroxide. It looks 100 times better. I called the doctor and he is going to call in some antibiotics to my pharmacy so I don't have to drive down there. God bless that man. But from now on, no more accidental minor surgeries will be performed in this household. My stomach can't take it.