Thursday, December 1, 2011

A Timeline of Quinn's Ear Infection


2:19 a.m.—I am startled awake by shrieking. Shrieking that is getting closer and closer to where I am trying to put my head farther under the pillow than Alex. You know what they say about how you don't have to outrun the bear, just the person with you? That's what Alex and I do at night. You don't have to be completely asleep, you just have to be more asleep than the dude sleeping next to you.

2:22 a.m.—Alex goes to get Tylenol for Quinn because he says his ear hurts. I outrun the bear.

2:24 a.m.—We know that Quinn's ear must really hurt, because he actually takes his medicine, instead of completely panicking about it, like he usually does.

3 a.m.—Alex bails and goes to sleep in Jack's bed.

3-7 a.m.—Quinn wakes me up approximately every 6.8 minutes by flailing around.

9:30 a.m.—En route to dropping my mother-in-law at the airport, Quinn, who is staying home from school to go to the doctor, barfs all over the car.

12:15 p.m.—We're at the doctor. Quinn lays on the floor and cries. The doctor confirms that he has an ear infection and prescribes antibiotics. Considering that giving Quinn regular pain medicine is a 15-minute endeavor in begging (me) and crying (both of us) and puking (him), I worry about the 20 doses of liquid antibiotics, but figure that we can muddle through.

12:45 p.m.—On the way home from the doctor, Quinn pukes all over the car.

1 p.m.—I give Quinn some bright blue Advil. He is NOT happy.

8 p.m.—Antibiotic dose one combined with bright blue Advil dose three: Quinn pukes it all up.


7:30 a.m.—Antibiotic dose two: Quinn pukes it all up. Many tears ensue.

7:35 a.m.—I call the doctor and leave a message begging for an alternative.

1 p.m.—A different doctor calls back and tells me that Quinn will probably be fine without the antibiotics. Just don't bother. I consider the $20 for the doctor appointment and the $32 for the antibiotic along with the possibility of Quinn's ear NOT just magically getting better and weigh that against 18 more episodes of sobbing and puking. I agree with the doctor.

3:30 p.m.—Quinn returns home from school. He says he's fine.


8:33 a.m.—Jack remembers aloud, "Quinn threw up blue."

9 a.m.—I drop Quinn off at school. He still seems fine.

Noon—I decide to write off this whole episode as just one more week in the quirky life of Quinn. Cross your fingers that he never has an ear infection again because we will just have to cut off the whole ear, and I'm pretty sure that doing so will involve more puking.

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