The seed of truth has been revealed and pulled the hell out of Bek’s ear. Thank God for medical technologies. You won’t hear me say that often so when I do I mean it.
Holy crap Beks was in pain for over 3 weeks. We went through some serious bullshit to find the truth of what was ailing her. I’m glad I didn’t just listen to the first doctor. He told us she just had a scar on her ear drum. Dumb fuck. Yeah just because you have a medical degree doesn’t mean you get to be lazy with your observations. Shit head, made my baby go through another 7 days of unnecessary pain.
As stated in my previous post, I developed a slight obsession after purchasing my own otoscope so I could eye ball this source of pain myself. I was suspicious that this doctor didn’t have it right, but of course we are trained from infancy to blindly trust the man in the white coat. “He will always know what is best for us”, WHAT EVER…….SHEEP! Considering I did doubt my gut instinct that the doc was full of shit, I have to take responsibility for my girls pain.
A good observant and confident mother or father can know a lot more than an MD in most cases.
I couldn’t take it anymore and made an appt for her with a different doctor. This doc put a tool in Bek’s ear and that tool moved the “scar”. Huh, a scar that moves and when it does, looks like a damn tiny apple seed.
The doc said, she didn’t have the equipment to remove it because it was fused pretty firmly to the wall of the ear.
Here is the video of the specialist with the bad ass equipment to get ‘ER done. He pulls it out pretty quick so I have added a picture of the culprit below.
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Its a damn flax seed. Come to find out so many moons ago when I was telling her to NOT play in my flax seeds, (that I use to make hot/cold packs to sooth sore muscles) I wasn’t just trying to be a controlling bitch of a mother and had a damn good reason for saying, “knock that off.”
You know I had to rub this in a little with the snotty mouthed little 6year old. “Now honey, next time will you listen when mom says, don’t rain flax seeds all over your head?”
NOTE: in the picture you see some stuff sticking up out of the seed. That is mostly wax but some was skin. Her skin was beginning to fuse to the seed.
Now for the Unplugged portion:
My Bek’s is not only a snotty mouthed 6 year old. She is also bold, tenacious and quit thinking FLIPPIN GENIUS. I love you kid.
So as we are leaving and so very thankful to the specialist, Beks stops the doc and says,
“ya know my mom got this obsession with the ears ever since she bought herself an otoscope, so now she sees in her own ear and there is this giant glob of gross stuff in there she can’t get out. I saw it. Its really gross, can you help her since we are already here?”
For no charge Mr. Cool Specialist man say, “sure, lets get that out.”
I lay down and here is what happens
I know it doesn’t look like much but trust me it was quite the impressive mass.
It all hits me after seeing this thing come out that I have been partially deaf for about 4 years now. I stopped using q-tips about 4 years ago when I learned they were really not helpful in removing wax. So that means this plug had to be there at least that long. Not to mention telling my husband (wrongly) for years he needs to stop mumbling, might have eventually jacked with my harmonious union.
You really know things were bad when you go to use the phone to tell your old man the exciting news and the ring tone hurts your ear drum so bad you drop the phone and want to cry.
I whispered for the first few days and the kids incessant screeching and howling hurt like a bitch but its all starting to feel normal. I do of course have super sonic hearing now.
I really enjoy snooping on the lives of total strangers. Particularly when they share it in picture form and make fun of themselves. So get to snoopin‘ on mine and share yours. If you have a blog that gives me a good picture of your life I want to see it.
Let me start by saying I’m so wonderfully intelligent that God blessed me with a 5 head to fit all the brain matter in one spectacularly shiny spot. Oh and I absolutely love dying my hair.
I have eaten 2 waffles with natural peanut butter and cream cheese with a squish of honey every morning for the last 2 months. Cause I like to beat a dead horse. Someday I will stop eating this and move onto something else just as odd and beat that horse too. Its my way damn it, so fucking deal with it. Get it? OK? Good! I’m glad we see eye to eye on this one.
I’m the type of person to research and learn as much as humanly possible about something before I take it on in my life. Any of my online group friends may tell you I don’t give up till I feel qualified. I am sure I have annoyed many people with all my inquiries. I eventually felt I had enough info to properly care for a pregnant dog (then her puppies came) from a shelter. She and pups lived with me till they weaned (cause I’m big on the breastfeeding stuff) and we got those little shit machines out of our house and into loving homes somewhere else.
I love me some pussy. No not that kind of pussy. If I meant that I would say Vagina. On that subject I do think mine is pretty damn awesome.
I have a big bulging belly. I think it has something to do with all the human beings that grew in that area. Plus eating a lot of really good food and drinking excellent beer. I have no issues with my body. I’m quite happy in it. I like it to be strong so I do work out, and eventually the truth of that will show in the pics, but I’m not trippin. If you ever catch me blogging about some anorexic bullshit, I’m deserving of a reality check or possible just swift kick in the ass and good imported beer.
I make my kids forage for their food. I think I may have mentioned this before. I know I sound like the worst mother in the world. Different strokes and all.
Here we see I sent my wee ones out to get there own protein for the day. The small boy is doing quite well. I think he has the little black one in his sights. (I love you Melissa…heehee)
I do take very good care of my health though, I take ass loads of vitamins every morning. This is just half of them.
I take pain in a different way than many do. After learning how to give birth at home, I had a new respect for my body so instead of continuing to pop out MORE kids even though it is totally kick ass, I chose to just put new holes in my body and spend hours letting someone puncture me with color soaked needles.
This is my head before May 31stish …………..Oh and I’m stretched to 7/16ths and my goal is 1.5inch.
Here is my loverly ear after getting poked on the 31stish. Its called the conch and yes I’m so childish that I want to say cooch. Its just who I am, man. I am too damn deep to be serious all the fucking time. Farts make me laugh too.
I am more and more complete the more and more of these I get. As my soul soars and my love grows so shall my beautiful works of art. The goal is to be covered neck to feet by the time I’m 50. Oh and I like my new brown bra.
I feed my little blue duck better than my children. If that were true, I would not be blogging about how much ass wiping I do all day.
I dig my garden. haahaa get it? Oh I’m such a dork sometimes. I also like to recycle as you can see with my old tires, painted perty to grow my veggies for this season. They are doing really well, the only issue I face is the CAT SHIT (mentioned in a previous blog) Hence all the wooden skewers you see. That little turd is still pooing in there.
This is how I look on most days. No make up no frills unless you consider the holes and tattoos frills then and only then could you call me a frilly girl. gag. Darn it I don’t think I got a single good shot of my septum piercing. Oh well this leaves me open to blog about my nose right?
I take my writing seriously. So while reading instructional blogging sites I may seriously partake in a corona. I came up with some pretty good shit that night.
I have a walking stick for a pet. I’m not sure why this is interesting or noteworthy other than the fact that I doubt YOU have one. If I’m wrong then lets have walking stick play dates and do an arranged marriage quick cause I want a bunch of baby walking sticks around this place.
People tell me I have really pretty eyes. I believe them.
Here is our mama dog done being the mama and loving living with us. We have had her for about 8 months and its one of the most enriching experiences of my life owning, training and loving a dog. Yeah I know I’m mooshy too. Wow this chick is multifaceted.
You will rarely if ever see any pics of my husband because he doesn’t care to have his face on the internet. I try to respect him but sometimes he is just too cute so I do it anyway.
