End of the Tube

We saw both the audiologist and the ENT today. Quincy’s ear drum was not responding to the air puff test, so she was sent back to have her ears cleaned. They were packed with grossness.  3 of my kids have super waxy ears and Q is one of them. Her hearing was tested again and she is doing great! Very minimal loss and even that is continuing to show improvement from several months ago. The other good news is that the hole in Q’s right ear has closed and healed beautifully! A peek in her left determined that it was time for that tube to come out. Dr Mellon offered to let her keep the tube. Q was so excited. I took one look at it, all covered in drainage and threw up in my own mouth. (Not really, but ew!) 

Quincy argued that the t tube has been part of her ear for 3 years, so of course she should keep it. 

Barf. 

30 seconds later, she dramatically waved her arms around telling a story, and the microscopic blue stinky tube went flying out of its tiny specimen cup. 

Oopsie! 

So now, there is a little bit o’ Q somewhere in that ENT office hallway. 

Better than in my house. Cuz seriously, what does one do with a tiny plastic stinky drainage and scar tissue covered thing that’s been pulled from ones ear? I’m pulling a Marie Kondo card and calling it trash. Thanks for saving Quincy’s ears, t tubes! We are done with you now. See you never (hopefully)!

Quincy had the very specific request that we stop and get a Walmart NHM rotisserie chicken as her end of tubes era celebratory prize. You got it, sister! Sometimes, I love how freakishly similar in weirdness we are.