Part two of the week in review…
Thought I might break it up a bit.
So Monday was stressful and all I wanted was for David to stay home for Lily’s birthday. We had an appointment with the ENT which I was reluctant to go to on my own. David had other plans though. After seeing Lily into her ninth birthday and watching the gift viewing he went to work. I was angry with him for SO many reasons. Too many to go into. By 9am I was a blubbering ball of stress. Some days are BIG days when everything seems to get on top of me. I’m willing to bet that most people probably have days like these. Today was my meltdown day. I bet my mum didn’t expect to hear me crying down the phone to her at 9:05am. I don’t even really know why I was crying. Anyway. She came over to soothe her eldest daughter and together we went to the ENT doctor.
He studied Ivy’s ear, sucked it out, listened to all I had to say and then made his recommendations. (As arrogant as I find him, he also has quite a good sense of humour and a gentle way with Ivy).
1. Don’t let Ivy get sick. 
2. Sell her on Ebay
3. Offer her up for medical research.
4 Continue the current treatment of hydrogen peroxide with an addition of a combination antibiotic/antifungal topical eardrop solution. See her in three weeks and take her adenoids out as soon as possible. (Still way too young at this stage).
We briefly touched upon the possibilty of a contaminated grommet being the root cause of Ivy’s problems, with the infection being persistent in one ear only. This notion was quickly dismissed however, as inconceivable. Given the doctor’s track record of perfection, the suggestion that he be in any way responsible simply could not be entertained.
Move along people, nothing further to see here…
So there you have it. Ivy, I think, is officially in his too hard basket.
While we were in his rooms a young girl came in with a cough and proceeded to bark all over Noah and Ivy. I looked at Mum. I didn’t need to say anything. Some call it pessimistic. I call it realistic.
Noah has croup tonight, Ivy will follow, I’m sure. Give her 24 hours to brew something nasty up for me.
Ahhh, Winter. Ahhh Doctor’s rooms. David’s suggestion of putting Ivy and Noah in a bubble is sounding better with each passing cold!
They should supply masks to those with coughs in waiting rooms!