to say, we’re going. We’re going to an allergist that is. Because we are back on the ear infection train and can’t get off. When your three year old wakes up and says, “Mama, I have an ear infection” and the doc confirms it (and says, “there’s so much fluid in her ear I can’t see the tube”), it’s time.
I made the appt today and we’re going Oct. 14th. Is it wrong to be excited about this?
You may be wondering, “Um, don’t you have an allergist?” The short answer is no. We got her tested through our ENT’s office, who is used to the run of the mill seasonal allergiers treated with shots and meds. He was of the mindset she’d grow out of these bad boys soon, so had us meet with a dietician, but not an allergist.
For a good long while, she did well. But now? Not so much. So we’re going to the pediatric allergist at the children’s hospital round these parts. I am praying that he has the answer for her.
P.S. On the political rantings side, I’ve watched more C-Span on YouTube these past two days than I have my entire life. I’m obsessed, enthralled and thrilled that people are speaking out–and Congress is listening (or appearing to, for you know, fear of losing their seats).