Love letters to the world. Sincerely, Meghan.

Friday, December 17, 2004

This blog's for you (Blaine)

My ears exploded. Both of them. I'm not blogging about it to get your sympathy, that's just a lucky side effect. I got in trouble with Blaine again because I haven't been blogging regularly. So, I'm blogging now about what's going on in my life and what's going on is my ears exploded.

I had a cold, a fever, some phlegm. I thought I was getting better. Then maybe I "over-did-it." 4am Wednesday morning I woke up with excruciating pain in my right ear. I cried. I called my mom. She said to put heat on it and call the doctor first thing.

So I stayed up until 9 heating my ear, crying and watching infomercials to take my mind off the pain. And if anyone wants to get me anything for Christmas, the Ronco Rotisseree is on the top of my list.

At 9 I called the Doctor and they got me in at 1:15. I went to Bastyr Center for Natropathic Health. I have no insurance. I recommend Bastyr highly if you are in a similar situation and a hippie. Anyhow, it's also a teaching clinic so they have two students look at your ear, then a regular doctor comes in a looks at it too - they then go outside and discuss treatment.

I got a prescription for anti-biotics and was told to call if the situation got worse.

Thurday morning the situation did get worse. I woke up with the same pain in my LEFT ear now. DAMNIT!!! So I went back and this time the doctor asked if some other students could come in and look at my ear because it was not often that they got to see such a shitty shitty ear. I agreed. Two more students came in. The first one looked into my right ear, rubbed my back slightly and said, "poor thing."

They gave me some immune building vitamins, a magical elixer and some ear drops for use only in my left ear, because that ear drum hadn't burst yet. However, by the time I got home, my other ear drum DID burst and the drops became unusable.

So here I am, sitting at my mom's house watching the Recess Christmas Special and feeling like a child. With the exception of the excruciating pain in both of my ears and the impared hearing, it's not all bad having my mommy take care of me for a couple of days.

Call me a baby all you want, but if both your ear drums ever burst you have my deepest sympathies.