Three Ring Circus

Ivy had a hearing test today and passed. That’s the good news.

When the audiologist checked her ears out she found:

Grommet out on the right side and rip roaring otitis media. (Her ear drum perforated on the way home).

Grommet in on the left side but discharging again.

Poor baby.

The paed is missing, presumed dead.

* Sorry, rant ahead*.

 

It’s November people, November!

Warm weather, hot actually. So why is Ivy still sick? Why, a mere 36 hours after stopping the antibiotics, is her nose running green and her chest sounding like the old rattling carriage of my school train? Why is her temperature high? Why, Why, Why?

Can anyone tell me?

Can anyone explain to me why, when I asked for a word with the doctor yesterday, I got an appointment a week from now and an angry, short response from the ruler of the world (his receptionist)?

Can I tell you how weird and inconvenient that is?

It’s weird because the paed said he didn’t want to see her until Ivy’s birthday or just after because, until that magical day, he can’t prescribe her Singulair (an asthma medication) and it’s weird because in a weeks time, she will not be acutely unwell.

It’s inconvenient because I had actually made an appointment for Imogen and Madeline to see their paed in Sydney next Wednesday, the day I now have an appointment with Ivy and Noah’s paed, in Newcastle. That’s two hours to Sydney and two and a bit hours back to Newcastle in the space of five hours. I don’t think so.

When I explained this to our gate keeper, she said it was that day, that time or nothing. The paed had ‘created’ that appointment for Ivy as it was. *SIGH*

Luckily our Sydney paed was more flexible and our time was changed to the following Thursday.

Thank goodness for friends in high places who have Bactrim on offer!

All I want for Christmas?

Ivy to be well and no need for the paed !

Rant over.