Beau needs tubes in his ears.  A no-brainer since he has had 6 ear infections since July.  The shit-for-brains pediatrician we were seeing before refused to write a referral for an ENT, so we just stood by while she wrote script after script……  followed by another script for yeast diaper rash medicine.  SO fucking frustrating.  Apparently treating the cause and not the symptoms is out the window these days.  My mother's intuition kicked in and decided we would switch pediatricians.  Thank you Jesus.

The new doctor was fantastic.  She did a hearing test on the spot, which he failed, and wrote us a lovely referral.  Soooo, we saw the ENT today and she recommended tubes.  Finally.  Perfect timing being that Beau has a rash literally covering 1/4 of his body from his last round of antibiotics.  I'm almost in tears and fed up that its come to this point.  I'm this close to writing a letter to the old pediatrician and telling her to get fucked…..  and to advise to take a step back and actually "see" her patients rather than writing a script and having a 2 minute conversation.  I get that there is monotony in medicine however, each person is different.  Case by case you dumb whore.

Perhaps today is just a day that I need to take a step back….  I need a babysitter for 2 hours to collect myself and not punch someone in the face.  You know when that lump sits in your throat and you're on the verge of a nervous breakdown?  Thats me….. minus a margarita.

Beau has two new obsessions:  Mickey Mouse and poppycornies.  We watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse everyday (cue picking up his toy Mickey Mouse) followed by a trip to the pantry for poppycornies.  Two things which I should avoid.