My apologies for being such a blog slacker. Sunday night I had grand intentions of the posts I would write this week, but as school planning took me past the midnight hour, I opted to head to bed. As I did, I heard a "POP" in my right ear. Kind of like when you're on an airplane. Didn't really even think about it.
Monday I woke to start our new week with an earache. As the day progressed, so did the pain. I made an appointment with my GP. Just like my 3-year-old, I had an ear infection. (Actually, she had a double ear infection, but this is my sob story.)
By the time I left his office, the popping was sounding like gunfire, and I kept screaming in the car because it hurt so bad. The commuters all around me must have thought I was seriously into some kind of heavy music.
When Bryan met me in the driveway, I started crying. I'm quite the wimp even though I've birthed 8 blessings. An hour or so later, curled up in my favorite chair, I felt my ear begin to ooze.
As it had last done when I was 12, my eardrum had ruptured. So for the past couple days, I've been lying around letting the "goo" seep from my ear. I can't hear very well (a blessing and a curse) and the ringing is as loud as an airplane tarmac.
I'm starting to feel human again and hope to post soon about much more cheerful things, like my beautiful first-born turning 13.