Since we discovered that Benjamin does not have allergies and does have chronic sinusitis plus chronic infected adenoids, he has had four sinus infections. In as many months. We get him off antibiotics, and within two weeks, he is miserable again. Crying, hitting, not sleeping. Then, we get him back on antibiotics, and twenty-four hours later, he is Mr. Charming.
I took him in to the doctor on sinus infection number three. “I think it’s time to see the ENT about his adenoids,” she said.
“I think so, too,” I replied.
I took him in to the ENT, who looked at his CAT scan. “I think we need to take the adenoids out,” she said.
“I think so, too,” I replied.
Now, I’m not a big fan of CAT scans and surgery and general mucking about in a four-year-old’s body. But I’m also not a big fan of my kid single-handedly creating SuperBugs because he’s rendered all of the antibiotics ineffective. He’s been sporadically miserable for over two years, and we’ve always tried to correct the behavior. Turns out, he was just pissed off because he was playing host to a colony of microscopic critters.
So, Friday it is. They’ll be giving my kid anesthesia on Friday the thirteenth. He’ll come home sore and not be allowed out for a week. We’re shipping his brother off to his grandparents’ house for the week because I don’t need Zach pushing Ben’s buttons all week long.
Also because Zach just generally drives me bananas.
But then, maybe, just maybe, Mr. Charming can stick around a bit.
Wheels on the bus 