Happy New Year. Wanna hear a disgusting, gory medical story? Sure you do!
Even though I’m 36, I still get ear infections pretty frequently. They hurt. I had Sophie at home without even a tylenol, and the ear infections make me cry. The girls shared their gnarly winter break head/chest cold with me, and I ended up with an ear infection that started early Sunday morning. I took myself to the emergency room (nowhere else to go on a Sunday morning) where the doctor took one look in my ear and then started writing script for vicodin, amoxicillin, and prednisone. The nurse could tell I was hurting, and she asked what I’d taken at home for pain. I told her 800 milligrams of advil, and she brought me two (two!) vicodin to tide me over till I could get to the pharmacy.
Lucky for me, my sister is a pharmacy tech, and was working on Sunday. I went to see her, she filled my prescriptions in about three minutes, and then I came home and writhed around for awhile until my eardrum ruptured.
Anyhow, this is a little boring in the retelling, but the upshot is that my eardrum broke on Sunday, today is Tuesday, and there is still this nasty, watery, bloody goop coming out of my ear. Even with vocidin, the pain is making me cranky (just ask my family). So, basically, I’m of the opinion that if your child has an ear infection, it is A-OK to slip them a shot of whiskey or tequila. Maybe rootbeer schnapps for the really young ones.
I had a great New Year’s Eve with my boys. We watched PiRRRRRRates of the Carrrrrrribean 2, had champagne (for me) and sparkling cider (for them, duh, they didn’t have earaches so no champagne for them) and then we went outside and made noise with a bunch of poppers and things my brother got the kids when he was here for Christmas. We talked about how old everyone would turn this year, and all the things we want to do. They were really excited. It was nice.
And, now, I’m going to go pop another pill and take a short nap. And try not to get gick on my pillow. Ewwww.