Seriously, every fucking time I loan my child to his father, I get him back either broken or sick. And its getting pretty goddamn old.
This time around, he has an ear infection. "Swimmers ear" to be precise.
The kid has been in agony since I got him back on Sunday. Yes, I've taken him to the doctors. AGAIN.
We have antibiotic/steroidal ear drops that we have to do four times a day. Except, they don't seem to be helping. We've been doing them since Monday, and the poor kid is still in a lot of pain. Now, I don't remember ever having "swimmers ear" but I've heard its really painful. And I hate that he is in so much pain. I called his doctor yesterday to see if we should be expecting some relief anytime soon, and I never got a call back. Color me pissed off. I don't like being ignored, especially when it comes to my baby. That triggers the Mama Bear syndrome. Grrrrr! So I called again today, and it turns out I was right. He needs to be on an oral antibiotic. Hurray.
Speaking of the Mama Bear, my Jack ass ex-husband and his white trash skank girlfriend decided to smoke around my son the entire time they were on vacation. Not fucking happy. I have made it 8 and 1/2 friggin years without EVER smoking around him and those stupid ass fuckers couldn't make it 10 days. 10 fucking days! And so, I have decided to hit him in the only spot he cares about. His wallet.
First let me say, I am the best ex wife ever. I didn't ask for alimony. I gave him the house. I made sure I left him with all the things he needed. I have NEVER ever put any stipulations on how often he can see his son. When he was struggling financially, I let him skip weeks on his child support without ever bringing it up again. I never took him back to court when he started making A LOT more money, even though I should have. The court stipulated that he was to pay 50% of un reimbursed medical costs. I have NEVER asked for a penny of that. Until today that is. The way I look at it is, if he cares so fucking little about the physical well being of his son, little enough that he feels OK with smoking in a car with my child, then he can damn well start paying up his portion of the co pays. And so I totaled it up. Its a lot. Aaaaaaand its not even including the past ER visit as we haven't gotten that bill yet.
Maybe next time he feels like lighting up around the Monkey, his wallet will scream out and change his mind. The lousy Taint.