The holiday break is over, and we are back on the specialist merry-go-round in the continuing saga of Monkey And The Head Infection That Actually Isn’t Just Autism, Thanks. More on that tomorrow, just as soon as I figure out what number chapter we’re up to and I stop hitting my head against the desk.
But yesterday we arrived at the ENT’s office for a visit, and the doc was kind enough to offer Monkey the big glass jar of lollipops right at the main reception desk, before we even began. There was a moment there when I worried this was going to end badly—the doctor, being playful, was moving the jar side to side as Monkey tried to read the wrappers and select the right pop—but Monkey only said, “You know, I could get one out if you’d STOP DOING THAT” rather than melting down, so that was good. Once he had his prize, the doctor put the jar back and chuckled at him.
Monkey pocketed the lollipop and then looked around at all of us, clearly exasperated. “Is that why we came all the way over here? Just to get a lollipop?” he asked. While I choked on my tongue, the doctor hastily apologized for not moving things along, and directed Monkey to the exam room.
Monkey enjoyed his lollipop and regaled us all with assurances of how he’s PERFECTLY FINE now, NEVER BETTER, even after it was confirmed that he still has a raging infection and remains nearly deaf in one ear. Apparently it was a REALLY GOOD lollipop.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. If you’re struggling right now, may I suggest a lollipop?