Plan E.5

Glenwood's ear is worse, in the sense that it's a bit smellier and I'm digging out Even More Goo.  She remains ecstatic to be alive, however.  Here she is rabbit-kicking my running gloves after creating her usual mess of the pillows:

And in a peaceful nanosecond with Timmy:

So, tomorrow we are trying an interim med between plan E and surgery.  Look at this baby:

The whole thing goes into her ear and I scrunch-scrunch-scrunch (Dr. Ryan's specific orders) and we wait two weeks.  When I was ear-digging a few minutes ago, I noticed she pulled this off, as her new habit is to bat the toothpaste into the trash to get my attention.  Did she miss, or nail it?  Hmmm.