Woke up this morning to a stabbing pain in my left ear. I rolled over and the pain rolled with me. I imagine the inside of my head to be like a lava lamp, with all the fluid behind my eardrums rolling side to side with my every move. After the dizziness passed I put on the coffee and dutifully swallowed the Mucinex-D caplet. Then, like a good girl, I shoved the hateful Flonase applicator up my nose and squirted all the while praying for relief. I wobbled to the kitchen for my bitter brew of awakening and sipped while looking out the kitchen window.
The tall grass in the backyard beckoned to me. I have already mowed the side yards and am apt to leave the back since it is behind the privacy fence and no-one can really see it. I drag myself out and do the necessary mowing. I still feel crappy, but I picked a few peas and beans on my way back in. Pulled a few weeds, too. That is a habit. I figure if I pull at least 10 weeds every time I go out that I will eventually have it under control. Just so you know, this is not happening.
Outdoor chores done, I head inside for a quick shower in hopes that the steam will help the medication to loosen all this gunk in my head up and I will find some relief. Well, like the weeds, that pressure in my head is just growing. I am absolutely miserable. I can't hear half of what is said. I can somehow pick up on the words by watching the faces of the people talking and putting what I am hearing into context with what I think they are saying. Is this my punishment for telling my Dad that I refuse to talk to him on the phone until he gets a hearing aid? If so, I take it all back, Daddy!
I have taken the decongestants all day and have found no relief....if anything, I feel worse. The clientele today is not helping. It was hot and muggy all day and people were crabby. Little children with their shrieking and whining made me want to scream. This usually doesn't bother me. but today the decibels they hit are touching a nerve in my head.
Two more hours. I have only 4 sites left and 3 are spoken for. As soon as they get here I am going to bed. Phone just rang inquiring about a site for tonight. I tell him I have only back-in sites available and this prompts him to enchant me with tales of his driving prowess. Finally he is through and asks where I am located. "Exit 170 on Interstate 70. I am on the north outer road that runs parallel with the interstate. I am a mile down that road and they are signs to direct you." is my answer. "Just give me the address, I have a GPS, I'll find you." From experience, I know that the GPS will take him out of his way since the little town I am located in has no post office and we use a town 7 miles north of us. I tell him this. I tell him that the GPS will take him at least 13 miles out of his way and that my park is almost visible from the interstate and easy to find. He seems doubtful, so I ask which direction he is heading and plan to give him some very precise instructions. Well, I was until he told me that he is headed south on an interstate that runs east and west. My ear is throbbing and I can't wait for this day to end.........