The only thing hindering our joy at reaching Bear Lake was the fact that Claire had woken up that morning at Dave’s sister’s house (back here) with the left side of her neck swollen up to the size of a watermelon.
Ok, maybe not a watermelon, but pictures can’t do the swelling justice. It was huge.
Carol Lynn was pretty sure that it must be an allergic reaction to her cat and gave Claire some allergy medication, but to me it looked strangely familiar...
It brought to mind a picture of Dave as a toddler with a neck swollen up with the mumps:
But Claire had been vaccinated so I brushed that image right out of my mind.
The swelling sure didn’t get any better with the allergy medication.
So as soon as we arrived at Bear Lake and gave everyone hugs (we were one of the last families to get there) we headed into town to see what our favorite family doctor friend would say about that mysterious lump.
The only problem was that en route to town my tire light started flashing.
I got out to find this beauty:
We were pretty lucky about two things:
1) My sister is pretty much an expert at car problems after her British car adventures (here) and knew to consult the car owner manual like a Bible.
2) The nicest couple ever came to the rescue to help us out. I wish I had a good picture of them both…wow, they spent a LOT of time helping us figure out how to get that new-fangled contraption under our car to let us get the spare tire free.
When we finally made it into town and had a little visit with our doctor friend we found out that Claire did indeed have the mumps.
Yes, you heard that right…she had the MUMPS.
All those tears after shots when she was little were wasted on the mumps one I guess...I though she'd never have to ever deal with that pesky sickness.
I’m chalking it up to the fact that her immune system is a little weaker after all her antibiotics from her continual UTIs she used to have. She gets the strangest things…huge cold sores too, poor girl.
So we got her all squared away and luckily her swelling went away within the next couple days…just in time for Dave to arrive for our family reunion to play some tennis…
…and twist his foot in a crazy enough way we decided to take him into town to the hospital.
…so we could get the diagnosis that he had a broken foot.
(Which resulted in his having to wear the below beauty all over India…and having to stay out of a lot of other summer stuff, darn it!)
After that little series of bad news we crossed our fingers that bad things really do come in threes.