Holy swollen knee Batman. It looked BAD. But it was also really hot to the touch. A large part of my brain screamed, "You know what this is Jen!" and the other part of my brain (clearly the awake part) was listening to Ethan's story of how he fell trying to catch a frog. We have been hot and heavy with frog hunting since two resident bull frogs (FOOLISHLY) staked territory across our driveway. He maintained the frog story with such detail and conviction that part of me thought, "Maybe it is a sprain?"
--Interlude-- I am fully aware that any story coming from Ethan's mouth can be completely fabricated no matter the plausibility because he is a Grandmaster in Storytelling.
And we're back. Off to Urgent Care where after waiting a bit longer than I would have liked, the medical person took one swift look and declared it cellulitis. Ethan has had cellulitis one other time (a skin infection that can become quite nasty if not caught in time - it is also capable of entering your blood stream and causing sepsis.) This isn't common with kids - sort of rare actually - and I'm trying not to freak out about it. I didn't receive the nickname Nurse Caldwell for nothing. If a rascal is injured Matt wisely hands them off to me. I am pretty brutal when it comes to cleaning wounds, inspections and other medical ministrations on the "boo boo" level. It makes me feel a tad culpable that he got cellulitis on my watch. It also means that my trip to pick up his antibiotics also yielded a whole new regime of wound washes, cleansers and first aid supplies. If you are in need of first aid, I have it all.
So now, Ethan is in Frog Heaven outside with brudder. Happy and Healing.