Ear drainage is a privilege, it seems, not a right!

All was settling down in post surgery land, and then buddy got sick! He is stuffy and pissed. There is yellowish orange junk coming out of his ear. I look at said junk, turning it into the light hoping it is a smear of animal cracker or something less sinister. Nope, it doesn't look so good. I call the surgeon and wait and wait, did I mention wait for a return call. I pass the time with a very shallow soothing bath for him. I stuff his tiny ear canals with Vaseline covered cotton(so foul) and dip him in. Before mentioned cotton falls into the hearty inch and a half of water. I pluck it out and noticed it is a lovely orange shade. Definitely not the color of animal cookies! In a panic I call the pediatrician. My trusty nurse friend instructs me to bring him in, love her. She makes me feel so justified in my obsessive parenting! Finallllllllly the ENT office calls. She said she would have gotten on the phone if she knew it was a medical emergency. I thought the description of congestion with ooze coming out of his ears was a pretty good indicator that I was not looking to set an appointment, I need answers! We exchanged some boring banter where I said I was taking him to Dr. Worldsgreatestpediatrician," good, he'll know more about the congestion then we would." My mind is spun a bit! WTF, they are an ENT office! Isn't it kind of their area. It's not like I'm inquiring about hemorrhoids or something. I hang up feeling a lot better about not going to see them, a bit worried they cut into my kid in the first place. Looking in the mirror it occurs to me that I have not managed to squeeze in a bath in two days on account of being the mother of two sick kids, did I mention the older one is sick too, just my luck. I ponder if I could get by one more day, my imagination trails off. I see me running into the doctors followed by a pack of wild dogs, what an entrance! Hazmat arrives to evaluate the situation, news crews arrive since hazmat always draws a crowd. Yeah, this will definitely require more than deodorant. Desperate, I go in the kitchen and I drop the him in the mobile baby containment unit AKA walker. I ask my daughter to keep him entertained so I can get in the shower. I make it to the bathroom with the nimble swiftness of a ninja. Get in ,splash around,eye the razor, no time I'll wear jeans. Then I hear crying. Followed by more crying, wait it's getting louder! I open the shower door and look directly out the bathroom door to find buddy alone in the hall outside the open door screaming. What the hell is going on?!?!?! I rinse off, jump out, and yell for the deserter! No answer. Now I am a little worried. Kidnappers came and stole her. They had to abandon the baby in the hall because I opened the door, my God she's in danger!! I run to the living room, no danger, she's watching sponge bob. Now she is in danger! It seems that the unfortunate crying of her delicious baby brother kept her from hearing the TV so she drug him to the other room. He wanted me anyway! So now she won't be hearing TV for a week. We arrive intact to the doctor. I will spare you the next boring hour and a half. In conclusion mom was right, he has another ear infection. Good thing we just put him through surgery to prevent this little issue. Dad is not happy, belligerent and irate is a fair description. Me, I am exhausted, clean but exhausted.