After returning from vacation in Brazil, Bobby noticed an itchy pimple on his back. Her mother, Susan, didn’t think it was that big of a deal until it didn’t go away. She rushed to the hospital with her son after receiving a shock and what came out turned everyone’s stomach. Mom, it’s still itchy, Susan said, Bobby complained again. He scratched her back on their flight home from Brazil, even though she told him to stop several times and it would go away. I don’t want to hear anything more about that button, she said as she sorted out the clothes to be washed after the vacation.
It had been a few hours since they got home from the airport, but Bobby felt no relief. Please, mom, can you pop it? No, popping pimples at home causes infection. Do you want it to get worse? » she asked as she closed the washing machines after adding detergent. It’s too itchy and I think it’s getting redder and redder, Bobby continued, siding with Susan. Her son was already 13 years old and his pimple problems were just beginning. He had to learn that jumping wasn’t safe and scratching wasn’t a good idea. Let’s see if we can put something on it.
She agreed and walked over to her vanity mirror in her bathroom to find something. One of his skin creams would usually do the trick, or at least it should help relieve the itching until the pimple goes away. She told him to take off his shirt and apply the product. She had to admit that the spots were redder than usual and pus was accumulating, but it wasn’t alarming. Thanks, Mom, Bobby said after the cool ointment was applied to his skin. Sure, baby, but don’t touch it again, please. It’s just puberty. You were also in a populated city.
There was dirt, strange people. The pimples are probably just stressed, she assured. Go to sleep and it will be better in the morning. Okay, he nodded, returned his shirt and went to his room. They had dinner that night and Bobby tried to scratch several times, but Susan gave him a look and the boy had to use all his willpower to stop the urge. Bobby suddenly turned on the light in his parents’ room, rushing to his mother’s side and moving her roughly. Mom, wake up, he whispered in alarm. What? She woke up in a second, scared. Mom, something’s wrong. It’s not a button.
It hurts, mom. Please look at him, he begged. Oh, Bobby, it’s 6 a.m., she complained, rubbing her eyes. Please. All right, pull up your shirt. Let’s see. Maybe I need to pop it. We will have a dermatology appointment on Monday. All right. Susan saw the still incredibly red spot on her son’s back. It seemed to get bigger. This could have been one of those big sisters of viral pimple popping videos. But her son was desperate, so she had to try to do something. Using her thumb, she applied a little pressure to either side of the red spot, and Bobby hissed. Unfortunately, nothing came out. Praise yourself, I insist again. She warned him and tried again, but her hands pulled back when she felt and saw something move.
Oh my God. What? Get dressed, we’re going to the emergency room now, Susan ordered and jumped out of bed. So when we got on the plane, Bobby said he had a pimple on his back, Dr. Green. I thought it was nothing, but, Doctor, I tried to blow it up this morning and it started moving. Susan told the doctor, her note revealing her disgust, anguish and despair for her child.
What is this? Has my baby caught a tropical insect? The doctor focused on the pimple and said, “Actually, Ms. Watson, it’s possible.” No, she moaned, starting to lose her mind. But calm down, it’s completely treatable. Let me do my thing, the doctor raised his hand. The doctor applied Vaseline to the pimple and after a few minutes, he used tweezers to dig out the little worm. Susan gagged, but Bobby was curious. What is this? It’s a small worm, Dr. Green noted. It’s exactly what I suspected, a fly larva.
What is this? How did he catch this? » she asked dismayed. Mrs. Watts, and it can happen even here, although rarely. But flies sometimes lay their eggs in clothing and the larvae can penetrate the skin, the doctor exclaimed. They call it my oasis, but there’s nothing to worry about. I removed it and the pus. I’ll cover it and you can add some wound ointment at home. Is that it? » asked Bobby, relieved. Oh my God, Susan is breathing even more calmly. That’s it, kid. We travel at least three times a year. Will this happen again? she asked as she watched the doctor tell Bobby to put his clothes on.
Well, it’s best to cover up well when traveling. Some people say ironing your clothes is a good idea because it will kill the eggs. » Dr. Green said, taking off his gloves. Put on mosquito repellent and be careful. So can we go? » She continued, nodding abruptly. Yes, after assigning some papers. So far, I don’t see any signs of other spots, the doctor laughs, but if you see something coming back, they need to be removed properly. Thank you, Dr. Green. Bobby smiled. Susan signed everything and took Bobby home. But as she opened the door, she exclaimed: “No more war climates. From now on, just a cold vacation. And the whole family groaned.
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