Men are wimps when it comes to being sick. Every cough will kill them, every sore throat maim their manhood, and every tummy ache sends them straight to the couch for some immediate TV and self-loving. Wait, not that kind. Get your mind out tha gutter.
And they learn early.
Sacha was sick on Friday. All he wanted was to watch The Lion King (or “Grand Kitty Kah”) and lay on the couch with his two friends, Chatters and Chelsea. And since I am inclined, as a mom, to avoid whining from those of feeble tummies (who had already puked all over me and himself and the floor of Walmart), I let him.
**Turned out he had myringitis, an inflammation of the eardrum, which causes blisters to form on said drum and then they pop. And seeing how this affects the middle ear, his sense of balance was wacked out, which made him puke no less than 3 times after that blister popped. Coolio. Oh, and it is common for blood to trickle out of the ear when this happens. How’s THAT for parenting funsies?!