So I took Newt to the ear, nose and throat doctor today. You know, for her ear infection. The one that was causing fever, pain, a horrible taste in her mouth, and irrational crying (that last one was me, not her). We took time out of our busy afternoon reading Harry Potter and playing Webk1nz (Newt ? homeschool) to go to pay a $25 copay and sit in uncomfortable chairs.
Incidentally, while we were waiting, I had a red-faced, sweat inducing, almost-peed-myself coughing fit and the nurse chose that very moment to call us back. I made her wait while I dug in my purse for an altoid. I did not rush.
So anyway, the slightly harassed looking nurse led us back to a secondary waiting room the exam room where we sat and waited some more. Good thing I brought our history work! (Heidi ? homeschool.) The doctor came in when we had one paragraph left until the end of the chapter. I should have made him wait.
He looked in Newts ear and confirmed my no-duh diagnosis of a raging infection.
So could someone please explain to me why he was just so. darn. happy. about it?
Well, Mrs. Heidi, Newt is getting to the age where she will have outgrown all of this stuff. And it has been awhile since her last infection. So, let’s give her some amoxicillin. Come back in, oh, about a month or so for a final hearing test. It should come out in the normal range and we will be able to close the book on all these problems! Newt, you’ve been a great patient. It has been fun taking care of you. Bye!
Did it somehow slip by him that we were there because of an ear infection? I guess he knows something I don’t.
But it does beg the question, when did Miss Cleo start giving out medical degrees?
