Ryan’s mom will tell you he has a talent for getting sick on vacation. Before my time was impetigo in Hawaii, immobilizing hives in California, and a host of other bizarre illnesses, always popping up in the middle of beach day. But since we’ve been married he’s never really been sick. He’ll occasionally get a small cold, and has vomited once or twice, but I don’t think he’s missed a day of work. It’s annoying when I’m huddled in a ball on the couch, green in the face, and he’s standing there fit as a fiddle, practically gloating over his superior immune system. I should have been thankful for his indestructibility while it lasted.
He has developed the ear ache from hell. After a doctor’s visit Thursday, an apparent recovery Friday, and then moaning all last night (not the good kind of moaning either) I dragged him to the ER. It was mostly full of old people on gurneys and young hungover people sullenly watching their IVs drip. We were seen in just under an hour by a young bushy-eyebrowed doctor. He asked the standard questions, told Ryan to take off his shirt, and then proceeded to karate chop him several times in the ribs. What this is supposed to test, I have no idea. Then he snapped in Ryan’s ears. “Can you hear this? No? This?” It looked more like ways to annoy your brother than a doctor’s exam. Then he gave him some painkillers, but nothing good, just some extra strength ibuprofen.
So Ryan is still sick and pitiful. He has a follow-up appointment with Dr. A on Monday. So hopefully either she will give him some useful medicine, or Ryan’s super immune system will decide to start working. I guess the third option is that this earache will actually kill him. It seems unlikely that a fit 24 year old man could be killed by an ear infection, but I will keep you updated. In the meantime I’m attempting to make him better by playing mommy.