Okay, remember me telling you about the nasty blister DD suffered at Typhoon Lagoon as a result of the water shoes? Well, Tuesday morning it reared its ugly head.
We wake up and are getting everybody going when I notice a huge red nasty place on DD’s foot where the blister used to be.
I stop dead in my tracks.
Let me preface this by saying that a couple of years ago, we went through a MRSA outbreak at our house.
For those that don’t know, Methicillin resistant staphalococous aureous is nothing to play around with. Some forms can be fatal. What we had was the skin infection variety.
When I say we, this time I mean the kids.
It took forever to get them cleared up. There is only one antibiotic that will work on MRSA and it is oh so nasty. Tastes like gasoline. It was a horrible ordeal trying to get DD2 at the time to take it. There was daily screaming, crying, and gnashing of teeth. And that was just DH’s reaction to having to watch me struggle to get the medicine down her throat.
DS underwent surgery on several places on his legs and abdomen to remove the damaged tissue. The surgeon was sure it was a brown recluse spider that caused the tissue decay, but the tests came back positive for MRSA, as our pediatrician had predicted.
Pretty bad times.
But thanks be to God, we finally got it under control. I pray that we never have to deal with that again. Oh yeah, almost forgot, the outbreak followed a trip to DW.
As we are looking at sweet DD’s foot, DH and I exchange glances and he knows what I know. The past comes flooding back to us. I am staring at what looks exactly like MRSA.
I freak.
I put my hand over my mouth and begin the crazy rantings of a worried mother. “OMG…why did I let her walk around barefoot with an open wound even for a second with all the germs out there in that waterpark? I know better than that. It’s staph. I just know it. OMG. It’s staph. She’s got it again and we’re stuck here in Orlando. What are we gonna do, where can we take her….I can’t believe she’s got it again…OMG…”
DH and I don’t profess to have a perfect marriage. In my opinion, that just doesn’t exist. You have to work hard to make it really good. But one of the really good things that we have always had between us is a great system of checks and balances When he loses it, I can usually manage to stay calm and look at things from a different perspective than him and can usually be a calming influence on him. Or at least I try. When I freak, he is my rock. He knows exactly what to do and what to say. I don’t know how he does it, but I have grown accustomed to it and I love him dearly for it.
“Allright, calm down, and just breathe. It’s okay, it’s not what you’re thinking” he reassures. I know it looks bad but she’s fine. We can handle this. It’s not that big of a deal.”
We contemplate calling the OnCall medical place and having them come to the hotel to look at her. Then we come to our senses as we remember where we are. We both know good and well that once we are on Disney property, the value of our hard earned dollar decreases 100 fold.
Our collective minds boggle as we try to imagine how much they would charge for a doctor to make a house call to our resort on Disney property.
Next.
We don’t want to take her down to the medical clinic onsite and have to wait all day to be seen with every supergerm in the world congregated in one place either, so DH devises a plan.
We had planned on going to Animal Kingdom that day. We will go ahead to the park as planned and take her to the first aid station and have them look at it there. If they concur that it is something serious, we will then take her to the ER. I doctor her foot up the best that I can and then put a little pair of sandals on her feet so the wound can breathe.
Our friends do nothing to allay our fears as they agree that it does indeed look very bad.
I can see the worried mother look reflected in my friend’s eyes as well.
Okay, let’s move it people.
We make it to the First Aid station at AK in record time. We are the first ones there and a very nice RN and paramedic attend to Miss Sweet Feet. They say that it is definitely infected but that it is not Staph. Thank God.
They clean the wound and wrap it up securely. The sandals are a big no-no, the nurse explains. The foot must be covered at all times in the parks so she doesn’t pick up any more germs. The possibilities for infection are endless here. Only at night in the hotel room as she is getting into bed can I uncover the wound.
Come again?
Okay, let me stop right here and admit something straight up.
I am a Germaphobe.
Not like Howie Mandel-crazy-germaphobe, but still, I don’t like germs and I take great pleasure in killing them.
I haven’t always been this way, just since having kids and having them pick up every little bug known to man and bring it home. Call us crazy but we just do not enjoy having the stomach bug invade our home and making us all throw up and poop all at the same time at 3 a.m.in the morning.
So I sanitize everything, especially in hotel rooms.
Right after we check in, it starts. I bring Lysol and Clorox Disinfecting wipes with me and no one in my family is allowed to pee until I have wiped that toilet seat down and sufficiently decimated any possible germs that could or could not be floating around. I wipe down phones, coat the remote with Lysol, yada yada yada.
Helllooooo, have ya seen the 20/20 special, people? How scary was that?
Besides, overpacking isn’t the only thing I inherited from good ole Mom. She’s a germ killin’ freak too.
We went to visit my brother and his new wife out in Texas a few years ago and got in close to midnight. DH and I were in the extra bedroom with the second bathroom. We were in bed about to conk out and my Mom was still in the bathroom getting ready for bed.
My DSIL had one of those rubber bath mats with a gazillion little suction cups on the bottom in her bathtub. You know the ones I’m talking about, right?
Well, apparently my Mom felt the bathtub was a little scary because DH and I were both awakened to the very LOUD unmistakable sound of tiny suction cups being violently ripped from their home in the bottom of the bathtub. It was this really loud barrage of a million suction cup pops followed by two or three stragglers there at the end. DH and I will still do the little sound effect and laugh about it till our sides hurt to this day.
But the thing is, I know my Mom and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that woman had just crossed the line from sanitizing hotel rooms to sanitizing her new DIL’s home.
Do whatcha gotta do, but just keep it on the down low, Woman.
So I do my mother proud by overpacking cleaning supplies on vacation. Part of it comes from her and part of it comes from MRSA outbreaks and 3 a.m. Puke-n-Poop sessions and trips to Disneyworld where the nurse confirms that yes ma’am, it is just as bad as you imagined. It IS the germ breeding capitol for the world’s population.
After affirming my compulsive need to disinfect, the nurse also gave us some medical supplies to wrap DD’s foot with and some pretty potent antibiotic ointment.
I highly recommend the first aid stations they have there at all of the parks. If something unforeseen comes up, don’t hesitate to hightail it over to one of these places.
Inside, it looked just like a regular doctor’s office. Very white and very clean. I assume the reason for the paramedic is if they need to transfer a guest quickly, they have someone on site. Nice to know. As we are leaving, a couple of older people came in with what looked like heat stroke. The nurse and paramedic jumped right on them. I have to say I was very impressed.
And the best part was that it was all included in the price of admission.
So with Sweet Feet properly wrapped and coddled, and her parents’ wild imaginations laid to rest, we head off for some much needed fun.
Did I mention the Georgia couple lied to us? Okay, they had a slow week, fair enough. But as we make our way to Kilamanjaro Safari, we notice just how crowded it is getting to be.
For some reason, it always seems really crowded and really hot at Animal Kingdom. I read somewhere that the reason it seems more crowded here than at any other park is because they made the walkways more narrow than at any other park.
Great. Way to go, Imagineers. Oh, I know, it’s all about keepin’ it real, right? I bet yall pump in some heat too. Because, of course the place just wouldn’t be givin’ off that Africa vibe if it wasn’t hot and crowded, now would it?
We make it to Kilamanjaro and it’s already packed. We decide to grab Fastpasses and go on the Pangani Forest walking trail while we wait.
I have to stop right here and say that this attraction ain’t that high on my list, if ya know what I mean. Walk, walk, walk….oh look, it’s a bat. Walk, walk, walk, yep, it’s a buncha birds. Walk some more, bump into all of humanity, sweat, and there’s a gorilla. Maybe. Waaaaaaay over in those bushes.
Well, actually, the gorilla part is pretty cool but only when you get up to where the Silverbacks are. You know, on that ledge way up high by the deep gorge. If you’re lucky, right on the other side of the gorge, you can see Mr. King of His Domain just chillin’.
This guy just mesmerizes us.
DH and I would sit and watch him all day if we could. His mannerisms just crack us up. He got so close to the side of the gorge last year that we could see his facial expressions.
Trust me, he was pretty ticked off about something. Not ticked off like the guy sitting directly behind you on the Backlot Tour won’t stop screaming into his cell phone in Arabic ticked off, but still, pretty ticked.
Maybe it was his lot in life that had him silently brooding. Maybe it was the fact that all those petty, frail humans kept flashing their insignificant little cameras in his eyes. We studied him as he turned his steely gaze to the ever mounting group of pesky humans standing on the ledge. We all watched in amazement as this huge Silverback went from person to person, deliberately making and holding eye contact with each one of us. A hush fell over the group as we stared back at him, amazed that this awesome specimen of strength and power was trying to tell us something with his eyes.
What was he was trying to tell us?
His message did not waver from one person to the next. He simply wanted to let us know that nothing would please him more than to rip us all limb from limb and eat us for dinner if only he could figure out a way to get over that darn gorge.
Then he sat back on his haunches and flipped us all off.
Point made. Movin' on....
We make our way through Pangani and head on over to Kilamanjaro Safari.
We park our strollers a mile away and fly by all the other suckers waitin’ in the stand by line. They give us that look as we shoot past. We all throw ‘em the L sign and shout “Loser” as we leave ‘em in a cloud of dust.
Pleased with ourselves, we make our way to our own little personal safari vehicle, sittin’ on ready and waitin’ on go.
Gotta love that Fastpass.
We hop on and enjoy our little ride. We really luck up and get some pretty good views of the animals. They are out in full force and I have the photos to prove it.
Here’s one of my favorites.
Okay, yeah. No wait. That was just some animal’s butt. Well, here’s a better one.
Yeah, that's all I got.
For some reason, they all look like this. Everytime the CM would say “Ohhhh, there’s a really great shot of blah blah blah”, I’d get excited and push the shutter button just as the vehicle hit a bump or I’d take the shot at the very second the darn thing decided to moon all of us.
According to our very excited CM tour guide, our vehicle hit the Powerball of Awesome Wildlife Photo Ops that day but me, all I walked away with were butt shots.
So we help save the baby elephant from the Poachers…again….
yay…and head out to retrieve our strollers.
We meander up the trail to the Kilamanjaro stroller parking lot and whaddaya know….the CMs have tidied up the place by moving all the strollers around.
It was like they shuffled a deck of cards. Seriously, why do they do that? Anyway, we looked high. We looked low.
It was worse than henpecking around the granite garden armed with nothing but a 17 digit combination.
Everywhere we looked, there were parents with confused looks on their faces.

We finally spot our bright yellow polka dotted heaven.
One down, one to go.
The other one takes just a little longer. In fact, it’s been almost six months and we’re still lookin' for it.
We saw four or five other strollers just like it but nope, not it.
DHFW is starting to lose it. I can tell. I know when she is nearing her breaking point. Then all of a sudden she remembers that she left their backpack
IN the stroller.
Now it’s her turn to freak.
Up Next: The Case of the Missing Backpack