Shameless cranky.
We went to the paed.
Ivy and I, on two hours sleep.
I was already cranky before I got there. Bad mooded. Walking the biartch. Post PMS pms. Call it what you will.
Ivy’s bottom was in the process of blistering up again and there was not a thing I could do to stop it.
Applying the creams does little, except make her scream out in pain. I do it anyway because at least I am doing something and no one can say I didn’t try.
Not like the ENT, who inferred that I was non compliant with her ear drops.
What?
Why, with seven children at home, would I want to do that? Why would I do that to my girl, anyway?
I digress.
The paed;
Was late.
Tried to jolly me out of it when he had obviously not done anything to understand the diagnosis we had been handed down.
Had no answers. (That was okay, I didn’t expect that).
Had no plan.
Checked her out, weighed her (she’s lost again, after a gain in hospital), looked in her ear.
Her ear canal was clean (ner ne ner ENT (gee, that was mature Tiff)) but there was pus and gunk behind the middle ear, therefore the drops were keeping the infection at bay but not killing it. *SIGH* Nothing new there. Ivy can only take the Ciproxin drops for ten days then we will jump on the merry – go – round again.
Changed antibiotics.
Told me he would call all the specialists to co – ordinate her care and would get back to me.
I did not believe him.
I have lost faith in him.
I wasn’t nasty but I didn’t let him off this time.
Last time he said he would get back to us, he didn’t.
Last time he said he would see us in the hospital, he didn’t.
He didn’t help her.
Ivy doesn’t trust him anymore either.
That’s sad;
because she did, he was the only one who could get near her without her crying.
Not yesterday, though.
I paid the receptionist, who, tapping away on her keyboard, said she had had a mental blank. I told her our name.
“Oh, I knew that“, she said spitefully.
“I bet you did”. I replied (Deep breaths Tiff, deep breaths).
She looked up at me, ”Do you need another appointment”?
“We have one in two weeks, which the doctor said to keep but he said he would call us, whatever that means”. I seethed. (Calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean).
I didn’t say anything else. I didn’t need to and I couldn’t without letting loose.
I was just shamelessly cranky.
Time to up the crazy pills, me thinks…
postscript; He really is a very nice man. Just not very available when Ivy is acutely unwell
Or just to throw rocks at the paeds office. Maybe you could find his home address and rock his roof?
(((hugs))) I am going to assume (but shoot me if I am wrong) that you can’t see a different paed, or you wouldn’t be seeing this (useless incompetant bastard of a) one.
Sounds like you’re being way more patient that I would be. I wonder why some of these people become doctors in the first place, when they don’t seem to want to actually deal with people.
Hope he surprises you this time and does what he said he would
Oh Sweetheart I get Sooo frustrated for you..
grrrrrr!!! I have had very very similar experiences with the medical profession.. Sometimes it is like banging your head against a brick wall…
fingers crossed for you and Big Hugs xxx
I sense your frustration all through that post – I’m so sorry this is difficult for you. You would have thought that the matter of a sick child would come first in everyone’s minds but obviously not.
I hope Ivy is able to fight off the infection and I hope that doctor does pull his finger out and be proactive in contacting you!
Been on the paed and medication merry-go-round for different reasons, I hear ya Tiff.
Had to do research and tell some “professionals” their job myself through gritted teeth.
Once you lose faith,find another paed.
Good luck and fingers crossed for you and Ivy.
They (drs) never have any answers! When my kids have been sick, it’s been the worst of times for me. I hope you and Ivy get to have a good sleep at some stage today. Sleep can be so healing.
I understand how frustrated you must feel with all of this. I would ask around to see if anyone can recommend a better paed if this one does not do as he says and co-ordinate things. Have tubes been suggested for Ivy’s ears? – they solved the ear infection problems for my son.
Ok, LOL at the “ner ne ner ENT” comment!
You don’t need crazy pills sweetie, just a competent doctor. I’m praying for one to just fall into your lap out of a clear blue sky. Hugs to you and to Ivy!
Damn, that’s harsh. to be sick AGAIN after all you’ve already been through and done. I think you should invite all the doctors,specialists and your paed. to morning tea, then LOCK THEM IN until they’ve properly communicated all findings and treatment plans to each other and yourself. I also think you should write to the AMA and complain about various levels of incompetence, misdiagnosis and lack of treatment that WORKS etc.
What a bugger – poor Ivy. (And you!)
Here’s hoping the infection clears up quickly so you can both get on with things. Doctors are a pain in the arse, even I can’t stand them, let alone mums with sick kids. Yuck.
Oh Tiff – I know you have it sorted out a bit more now but my heart goes out to you in the midst of all Ivy and you are enduring.