I've been especially cranky lately, but my parents just attributed it to the fact that I'm cutting 6, yes SIX, teeth right now. But last week, at my post-op doctor's appointment, the ENT was aghast to find that both my ears are terribly infected... again, or still. I'm not sure which since my entire life has blended into one giant ear infection.
This morning my mom noticed something in my left ear that didn't look like my usual pus- IT WAS MY TUBE. After only two weeks, my left tube has made an unlikely escape from my ear canal. These tubes are supposed to last up to a year, sometimes longer, helping poor little children like myself ventilate our infected, crusty ears. I guess my left tube had other plans.
Dr. Mendelson agreed to see us immediately and was rather incredulous at the sight of my tube sitting in a plastic baggie and not deep inside my canal. The rest of the staff at ENT Specialists of Arizona were shocked as well, as word spread of the boy with the fugitive tube. All the nurses and interns wished me well as I left, and promised they'd be seeing me soon enough.
So I'll take two different types of antibiotics for the next two weeks and go back to Dr. Mendelson to see if the fluid will go away without the help of a tube. Most likely, he'll have to preform the operation again, but only on my left ear. Hopefully my right tube won't grow unhappy and yearn for a better life.
Now my parents know why I've been so crabby lately, tugging and pushing on my ears all the time. This doesn't, however, explain why I like to play with the garbage so much. Perhaps that explains why I get so many ear infections.