Hot mess of cooties

Sam was still a hot blistery mess this morning. He has developed an awesome tendency to just whine and scream "IWANTMOMMYIWANTMOMMYIWANTMOMMY" over and over. Sometimes he remembers to breathe. It makes my ears want to I'm pushed to yell, I'M RIGHT BLOODY HERE! He doesn't seem to notice. Eric's theory is that 'I Want Mommy' is his default, he doesn't think what he's saying it is just what comes out of his mouth, whether he actually wants me or not.
I believe it.
It's hurting my head.
So when he woke up this morning with more red marks on his neck, I called the Dr.
We got in, and the good news is that Sam weighed 23.6 pounds. The not so good news is that it is indeed Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease, and there's not a single thing we can do about it. Also, he developed red marks on his shins, almost mosquito bite -esque between waking and getting to the doctors. Dr. C isn't worried though, he thinks it's just how Sam is reacting to the virus. He doesn't have the fever, which indicates he's on the downslide. He says though he's contagious until the blisters go away. Hopefully that's by Friday. I can stand cancelling everything else this week, but we've got a big family reunion planned for this weekend.