Sunday, August 24, 2008
I hate to say it, but
the ear infection is back. Oh joy.
The Brat came down to the living room Wednesday night and said her ear was bleeding again -- like I really needed to be told that, because her hand was covered in blood. No pain, just bleeding profusely, so thank God, there was no drama. And I got sleep that night, though she woke up in the morning with blood everywhere, and I found myself once again pulling clots outta her ear.
Called the doc, who never called back that day, but they saw her in the office on Friday. She was less than elated, needless to say, but with the help of a bit 'o Xanax, no one got hurt. I got that little prescription for her after the last appointment, when she threatened to punch the poor littl 5'6" doctor if he hurt her. Mind you, she told me this the day before, but I truly believe the guy would've been lucky to live, had her mother not gotten Vitamin X. After that, she had a cheery little discussion about Butler basketball -- turned out it was his alma mater -- and everything went great.
This time around, she maintained, despite the guy suctioning out her ear for about 20 minutes, during which time he pulled out a clot the size of a raisin. After he was done, he told the little resident doing rounds with him to look in her ear, because apparently there was blood bubbling out of her tube like the La Brea tarpits. He doesn't know why, but it treating it like an infection, and we get to do eardrops for another two weeks.
She seems to be cooperating this time, because she doesn't want it to get that godawful pain again, so she's not fighting anyone, and tonight even did the drops herself. My little baby girl is growing up.............but she still says she likes her primary care doc best. Odd, since she usually refuses to even speak to the poor guy when she's there, but hey, I figure not threatening bodily harm is always progress, right?
when I went looking for something blood red to match the garbage in The Brat's ear, I couldn't resist this red brocade taffeta dress, from bamabelle, on etsy. Dig the pic, and you'll know why it's the perfect dress for this post. All it's missing is the Xanax.