As any decent mother does from time to time, I found myself recently threatening our oldest son, #1boy (age 12 at the time) with the dreaded impetigo.
I found him picking at a mosquito bite on his leg that was looking reddish. I explained that he MUST quit picking the sore and that if he didn’t that he would get impetigo which could likely turn into a staff infection and then could spread to gangrene and then there was the possibility of having to have his entire leg cut off. The clincher was that I always tell the kids that if they get impetigo from picking at a wound then THEY will have to buy the medication themselves- #1boy did this in the past so I know the medicine costs $60 (after insurance). That usually gets their attention.
At that time we were serving at a church on the Northshore with a small-town adult choir. I was in the nursery that day with #2littlegirl and #3baby girl while Greg was conducting a rehearsal. Since there are few choir members, Greg has added #1boy into the mix. He’s doing quite well as a matter of fact. Well after the rehearsal, Greg did the typical, “Does anyone have any prayer requests?”. Several people mentioned prayer concerns one of which was a lady who mentioned her sister. Her sister was in the hospital with a staff infection on her lip area. #1boy raised his hand looking mortified and asked, “Ma’am, did your sister pick at her lip?????” I’m just glad I wasn’t there, ya know??? Greg said that he was traumatized and froze, unable to say or do anything of a recovering type. The lady (kindly) began a detailed description that began with: “Yes, she did pick at her lip…”
How awkward. I don’t think I’ll ever have to threaten impetigo again.