Remember Jesse Ventura........ wrestler, turned governor of the great sate of Minnesota? He became an author, too. Never read any of his work, just remember the title, "I Ain't Got Time To Bleed". The title did not make me want to read his book and the only reason I mention it is that I feel that way, too.
Yesterday my right ear was giving me a fit. My tonsils have been swollen since I awoke on Saturday morning. No pain, just really hard to swallow. Felt like I had a set of testicles in my throat. I didn't feel good, but I didn't feel bad either; so I did what every self respecting woman does and ignored it. Sunday brought throat pain and no hearing in my right ear. I took a decongestant and kept going. It was just a scratchy throat and the loss of hearing in one ear....... I could still hear out of the other ear--problem solved. I was a little off-balance, but any one who knows me already has that opinion, so I once again ignored it. Felt really crappy yesterday and the ear was achy, but not unbearable. The left ear went out on me, but now I could hear out of the right ear. If you read yesterday's post you will note that I was a little on the surly side.
At about 5;30 this morning the left ear captured my full attention. I could not get in any position that didn't hurt and I got up. I was counting the minutes until the doctor's office opened so I could call. I took some Sudafed and 800 mg of Ibuprofen and downed two cups of coffee. It was bearable when I called the office and got an appointment for this afternoon. So, here I sit after taking the antibiotic, another decongestant, more Ibuprofen and nasal spray. I feel like a walking pharmacy. I have a middle ear infection in both ears. I thought it a little sadistic that he told me that my left eardrum was bulging with blood behind it, because I now have a mental picture of what it looks like to associate with the pain. I think the visual image in my head enhances the pain.
And I truly do not have time for this. I have a holiday weekend approaching. I have picnic tables to paint, a garden to weed, a house to clean, and grass to mow. All I feel like doing is sleeping and that won't be a possibility for at least 5 more hours. The good news in all this......... they always make me mount the dreaded scales and I have lost 7 lbs.
The pool is at maximum capacity again today. There was a birthday party in progress when I left love of my life in charge to go visit the doc. He said with all confidence that he would have all the end frames of the picnic tables done upon my return. He completed only one and got a good taste of what my life behind this counter is like.
Another tent camper with half a dozen heathen children. I tried to deny her..........my instinct tells me that I am going to have trouble with them. She cried. She is near hysteria. It is her child's birthday and she promised a night in a tent and swimming. I give in. I do warn her that I have strict rules that the children will have to adhere to....... She is not listening to me and I know this will no doubt be a mistake, but my bulging eardrum wants her to leave...right now.
Why, why did I think this would be fun?