Friday morning when I woke up, my head felt funny. I realized my ear, which had been bothering me for a couple of days, had gone totally round the bend. So, I popped off to see my doctor in the afternoon.
She looked in my left ear, made a clucking noise, and said, "Yes, it's all full of fluid."
I told her that was my good ear, and it was the other one that was infected.
She looked in the other ear, made a little exclamation, and said, "It looks like you've perforated the eardrum." She was amazed that I was so offhand about it.
Yeppers. I'm one tough old bird. She gave me a prescription for some eye drops to put in it, because they don't hurt as bad as the regular ear drops. And a really strong antibiotic, and a new prescription for my Hey! Kick it up a notch, thyroid medicine, since mine ran out a few months ago (that one earned me a raised eyebrow) and a new one for Zyrtec.
So I spent this weekend totally drugged up. The antibiotics really did a number on me; I spent Saturday draped across a chair, too woozy to even get dressed. By Saturday night I wanted to claw my face off, because the drops made my ear itch like crazy.
Yesterday was better, although I was a total crankypants.
And dangit, I just realized I forgot to take the anitbiotic this morning, and since I have to take it with food, I need to either wait until lunchtime, or eat again.
OK, so this post is going nowhere. I had a point when I started, but I think I lost it somewhere along the way.
This is why I don't do drugs.
