One Sore Ear 

D. E. Larsen, DVM

“Doctor, I have just moved to town, and my son says that you are trustworthy,” Dorothy said as I lifted Brutis onto the exam table. “This ear has been looked at by three or four veterinarians. We have used just about every medicine in your cabinet. Nothing has helped. Maybe it will get better for a short time while he is on the medication, but it always comes back. They have cultured this ear several times, and they get a different bug each time.”

“That story sounds like it is pretty frustrating for you,” I said as I held Brutis’ head down a little so I could peek into his left ear.

“Yes, I am just about to give up on the whole thing,” Dorothy said. “This has been going on now for about three years.”

Brutis was a large standard Schnauzer. Luckily he was well behaved, but when I reached to touch the ear, I could hear a low-pitched growl coming from deep in his throat. I knew that was a specific warning given by large dogs. It was a severe warning, and if it went unheeded, they were always ready to back up their threats.

“It sounds like Brutis has is a little tired of the problem also,” I said.

“Most of the time now, they have to sedate him to work on that ear,” Dorothy said. “He is such a good dog, but he is tired of places like this. He lets me put medicine into his ear, but I doubt that he is going to let you do anything to it.”

“When was the last treated for this chronic ear infection?” I asked.

“A veterinarian in Salem looked at him about three months ago and gave me another tube of medicine,” Dorothy said. “He said if that medicine didn’t solve his problem, that no medicine was going to solve it. He said that Brutis needs to have surgery to remove part or all of his ear canal. That sounded pretty drastic to me, and I didn’t go back. But this ear is as bad as it has ever been. What do you think about that surgery?”

“Sometimes, that surgery is about all that we have that will solve the problem,” I said. “I have done both a lateral ear canal resection, where we just remove the lateral half of the ear canal to all better drainage for the dead canal. The total ear canal ablation occurs when the entire ear canal is removed, and the middle ear is opened for drainage. Both are drastic, with the total ablation being the worse.”

“Do you think that is what needs to be done?” Dorothy asked.

“Maybe we should try a little magic first,” I said.

“I have heard it all now,” Dorothy said. “None of these other vets claimed they had any magic.”

“Let me explain myself,” I said. “I have a recipe for an ear flush that an old veterinarian gave me. I said it works like magic, and I have found it too close to that description. Since I have been using it, I have only had to resort to surgery once, and that was in a Cocker Spaniel. They probably have the worse ears of all the dogs. The thing about trying a new medicine, it only takes a week to two to know if there is a chance of curing this problem and a month or two to know if it is really cured. We can always resort to surgery if things don’t work. The thing about these surgeries is once it is done, there is no going back. For a dog like Burtis, with cropped ears, it will significantly change his appearance.”

“Tell me a little about the so-called magic you have,” Dorothy asked.

“Everything in it is legal,” I said. “It is just a combination of a bunch of medications. I will be honest with you. The experts will consider it unacceptable. There is at least one antibiotic that has the potential for toxicity to the inner ear. Still, I have not had a problem with it. Using it on this ear, after all the medication you have used, if it works, you will indeed think it is magic.”

“So what is in this flush?” Dorothy asked.

“The base of this flush is Massengill Vaginal Douche,” I said. “Then there are several things added to it. Gentamicin, a strong antibiotic with some ototoxicity potential, is added. Synotic is an ear solution with a strong steroid and some DMSO in it. Dexamethasone is another strong steroid that is in this flush. And lastly, I add some nitrofurazone solution, an antibiotic with a small molecule and a broad spectrum of activity. This recipe comes from an older veterinarian. I doubt there are any published accounts of its use and no trials to attest to its success. But I have used it often and with almost universal success. And I only use it on problem ears.”

“It sounds like it has everything except the kitchen sink in it,” Dorothy said.

“You are just about right,” I said. “That is why it will never be considered an acceptable medication by any of the big doctors in the veterinary colleges. The old guy that gave me this recipe said that he thought that it was the douche that did most of the work. I don’t know. I have never used the douche alone.”

“Okay, I am willing to give it a try,” Dorothy said. “And I appreciate your honesty.”

“I think we should leave Brutis with me for a couple of hours so I can sedate him and clean this ear and get a good look down in that ear canal,” I said. “He has a lot of hair, and if we get that all pulled out of there, the medication will have a better chance of getting into the deep portions of the ear canal. If there as been as many hands in that ear as you report, there is a possibility something was left behind. Be it a piece of cotton or something like that. We just need to get a good look.”

I sedated Brutis with some pentothal and pulled all the hair from his ear canal. A good otoscopic exam was difficult due to the swelling in the deep ear canal. I could not visualize the eardrum, but with the long list of medication given in the past, I would assume the risk that it was intact.

I flushed the ear canal and instilled the first dose of the magic flush. Burtis was up a few minutes after I was done, and he was anxious to go home.

“I want you to place a couple of droppers into this ear twice a day,” I said. “Massage the canal if he allows you to do that. This ear might be sore of a day or two from the work we did. Then let me look at it in a week.”

“So, if you check him every week for a couple of months, I will probably own part of this business,” Dorothy said.

“No, I am a small-town veterinarian,’ I said. “My opinion on such rechecks goes back to the summer I graduated from high school. I started paying my own medical bills that summer, I had a good job working in the cheese factory. I think I was making about two dollars and thirty cents an hour. I had a wart frozen off of one hand, and the doctor said he wanted to look at it next week. The following week, I go in. He is sitting at his desk. He looks up from his paperwork, takes my hand and glances at it, and says, let me look at it next week. I check out at the front desk, and the gal says, that will be six dollars. That was the last time I went to that doctor. I don’t charge for a brief recheck. I never have. I want people to let me see how things are progressing.”

***

The following week, I entered the exam room, and Dorothy was all smiles.

“I have to tell, Doctor Larsen, this is best I have seen this ear in years,” Dorothy said. “And Brutis acts like a puppy. He feels so much better.”

“That is good,” I said. “But we have a couple of months to go before we can start to think the battle is over.”

With Brutis on the floor, I held his mouth and pulled his ear flap back to look at his ear. There was no response from him this time. I picked up my otoscope and looked at the ear. Again, there was no response from Brutis. This ear canal seemed almost normal. I could easily visualize the eardrum, and it looked fine.

“Things look perfect, Dorothy,” I said. “I want you to continue this flush twice a day for another week. If things look good next week, we go once a day for two weeks and then sit the flush on the shelf. I think we are going see this ear back to normal.”

“I am ecstatic,” Dorothy said. “And to think, I almost had this ear butchered. I like your magic.”

***

The next few rechecks continued to be favorable, and Brutis had a normal ear at the two months.

“I think you can put the remainder of that flush in your medicine box,” I said. “Only use it if this ear starts to get bad again. I let me look at him early on if it becomes a problem. I think you can think of this ear as a normal ear.”

I was able to follow Brutis for the remainder of his life, and he never had a recurrence of an ear infection.

Over the years, the ear flush became a seldom-used product. Not because it didn’t work, but because the commercial products became better at addressing these chronic ear problems.

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From the Archives, one year ago

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A Powerful Sneeze

 D. E. Larsen, DVM

“Doctor Larsen, Midnight has a terrible sneeze at times, and she has had this runny nose for nearly a couple of weeks,” Cindy said.

“Let’s get her up on the exam table and look her over,” I said.

“Okay, but you remember that she has a short fuse,” Cindy said. “If things get uncomfortable for her, she can be downright mean.”

“I remember,” I said. “If I remember right, one or two of these scars are from one of Midnight’s earlier visits.” I raised my left hand and forearm to show Cindy the criss-cross maze of scars.

“That’s funny, Doctor Larsen,” Cindy said with a smile. “Why are all your scars on your left hand and arm?”

“That is my holding hand, and it is the one that takes all the abuse,” I said.

We placed Midnight on a towel on the exam table.  Cindy and I spent a couple of minutes petting her to calm her down.

I could see a slight nasal discharge from her right nostril, but I couldn’t induce her to cough with any palpation of the back of her throat or her windpipe.

Holding her head like a baseball and pointing her nose in the air, I opened her mouth as wide as I could and depressed her tongue with a brave move of my index finger. The back of her throat looked pretty normal. Midnight’s temperature was okay, and her lung sounds were normal.

“Everything I see looks okay except for that nasal discharge,” I said. “If she is sneezing hard, there might be a foreign body in her nose. Cats will sometimes get a blade of grass in their nose. That usually happens when they are eating grass, and it gets coughed or gagged up the back of their nose. A lot of cats will allow me to look up their nose with a small otoscope, but I am not sure that Midnight would allow that without some anesthesia.”

“I’m not sure I want her sedated just yet,” Cindy said. “Maybe we should just try some antibiotics for a few days.”

“As long as things stay mild like this, I would be okay with a course of antibiotics,” I said. “Understand, though, if this is a foreign body, antibiotics won’t solve the problem. Things might get better for a short time, but then it will start all over again.”

***

I started Midnight on Amoxicillin for one week, and the nasal discharge cleared up, and the sneezing was not evident. But by the following week, both the discharge and the sneezing returned.

Cindy still wanted to try a stronger antibiotic. Again, after a week of another antibiotic, the nasal discharge and sneezing disappeared. This time it was two weeks before things were back to square one.

“Okay, Cindy, it is time that we get an x-ray,” I said. “We will probably need to sedate Midnight for the x-ray, so we will just keep her under anesthesia until I can get a look at the x-ray. That will only be a couple of minutes, and that way, if we need to do an exam or a culture, we can get it done with one procedure.”

“Will she be able to go home right away?” Cindy asked.

“It is probably going to take her a few hours to be fully awake,” I said. “I am going to give her a little ketamine in the muscle to save both us and Midnight a battle. Intramuscular ketamine makes the recovery time a little longer. Still, she will be ready to go home by the middle of the afternoon.”

I was able to get a dose of ketamine into Midnight’s muscle with only a minor struggle. We watched for her eyes to dilate widely, and then she collapsed. I applied a good dose of ointment to each eye to protect the corneas during anesthesia. The eyes were always wide open when ketamine was used for anesthesia. Then we placed an endotracheal tube and moved Midnight to the x-ray table.

The x-rays clearly showed a soft tissue mass deep in the right nasal passage. It was far enough back that would not be able to get to it with a scope in the front nasal passage. Now I hoped that it was a foreign body and not a tumor.

Nasal cancers, usually nasal adenocarcinoma, were common in dogs. In cats, the most common nasal tumor was lymphoma. Both were bad news in the 1980s.  

With Midnight on her back and the endotracheal tube pushed to the left, I used a small spay hook to pull the soft palpate forward as far as I could. With a small dental mirror that I seldom used, I could see a dark mass filling the posterior nasal passage. At least it was a foreign body.

By now, I had most of the available space filled with instruments. I would have to remove the mirror and attempt to grasp this mass with a blind grab using curved forceps. I made good mental notes of its depth and location before I removed the mirror. Then I pulled the soft palate a little harder and stretched the corner of Midnight’s mouth a little as I inserted the points of the curved forceps into Midnight’s nasopharynx. When I contacted the material, I opened the forceps and grabbed something. I hoped it was the foreign body.

With a deep breath, I pulled on the object. I could feel a movement. I opened the forceps and then pushed the points a little deeper into the mass and grabbed again to get a more substantial grip. I pulled again, and the mass came into view, and then it was out.

I lifted the snarled mass in the grasp of the forceps so I could get a good look. It was a doubled-over leaf from a thistle, stickers and all. I can’t imagine how that must have felt.

There were only a few drops of blood. The antibiotics had at least controlled most of the inflammation around this mass. I swabbed the area and passed a catheter through to the nose to ensure nothing else was packed in there.

When Midnight was recovered, she seemed as if nothing had happened. Of course, she gave no credit to me.

“Can you imagine how this must have felt?” I said to Cindy as I handed her the wad of thistle that was carefully secured in a small baggy.

“Oh, my gosh,” Cindy said. “This was in her nose. I can’t believe it. How did something this big get into that little bitty nose?”

“It didn’t go in the front of her nose,” I said. “She coughed it into the back of the nose. She has to feel better with it out of there, but you couldn’t tell it from looking at her.”

“Do we have to do anything now?” Cindy asked.

“I think another round of antibiotics will be helpful,” I said. “There has to be some raw tissue that was holding this mass. Other than that, I think we are home-free. Don’t be alarmed if you see her sneeze a little in the next few days, but after things are healed in that nasal passage, that should resolve also.”

“Well, I think after this that Midnight’s excursions to the great outdoors are going to be greatly curtailed,” Cindy said as she headed out the door with Midnight in her carrier.

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