Every few weeks it’s the same.
Ivy gets an ear infection and her ears start to discharge.
One of the joys of being immune deficient, I guess.
Her ear goop grows all sorts of weird and wonderful things, ranging form your stock standard Staph all the way to various spores and fungii. When your body can’t mount a response, opportunistic bugs set up house.
Anyhow, it generally goes sore ear, goop, huge temperature, phone call to the various docotors, up the antibiotics and then start the eardrops.
The dreaded eardrops.
Ivy hates them.
I hate them.
This week Ivy’s ears have not played nicely and with only ten days left until we go away, I want her to be as well as possible.
Scratch that.
I don’t want to take her away if she is sick.
Ivy is generally excellent at taking her medication. Anything oral goes straight down with only a few spit up incidents here and there. IV meds are a walk in the park but ear drops are her worst nightmare.
She bargains with me, she begs she tells me straight out NO! She holds her hands over her ears, clings to her own hair,so that I am unable to pry them away from the auditory orifice. She bucks, she screams she twists and turns. Anything to prevent me from putting those pesky drops in.
Six drops, in each ear, then the pinna pumped for 30 seconds. You’d think it would be easy.
It’s not.
Tonight I told her flat out that I didn’t want to take her on holidays if her ears were goopy
and you know what she did?
She shrugged.
She’d rather miss out on a family vacation than have those six little drops put in each ear.
What am I going to do?
Any ideas?
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