Take Max Down to the Hospital

What the inside of Max's head probably feels like.


I'm not sure which way to go with this post: Cutesy/Nonchalant? Straight news? An enchanting mix of the two?

A few days ago, we mentioned that Max had a bit of fever. Well, the fever never really went away. Then, most bizarrely, a day or two later, Katie and I found ourselves wondering, "Doesn't the boy look different somehow?"

"Yeah, his ears are different, aren't they?"

Katie comments, "He kinda looks like Michael Landon."

It turns out, if you (in our case, unwittingly) let an ear infection go untreated for too long, the bone behind the ear becomes infected, swells and makes your ears stick straight our from your head. This would be funny if it were purely cosmetic and not systemic and centered millimeters away from your brain and spinal cord. That pretty much is how I define "buzz kill".

We took Max into the the ER at the super-fabulous Children's Hospital mere blocks down the street. We got diagnosed, admitted and they started Max on a turbo-charged antibiotic via IV. He's already doing better but, since the infection is literally bone-deep, he'll have to spend a few days on the IV to hammer the shit (an image I've come to enjoy) out of the infection. Bam! Bam! Infect my boy, will you? Bam! Bam! Not so tough now, are you?! Those who know me best will edit in the colorful expletives to the previous sentences.

Right now, it looks like Max'll get through this without having to undergo any invasive procedures and we should all be home in time for an Easter Egg hunt. Until then, keep Max in your thoughts and stay tuned for new, battle-hardened cute.