Sure hope it’s not one of those bugs that burrows into your brain and eats its way across to the other ear. :eek: I saw that on Twilight Zone!! Hope it’s not too painful.
I had an ear infection a couple of years ago that went from “mild ache” to “I’m whimpering in pain and biting my lip so I don’t scream” in about 2 hours. Went to see the GP, got a referral to an ENT and a pain prescription with the instructions, “do not drive after taking” on the bottle. But the ENT appointment was hours away, so how was I supposed to do both?
I was so lucky that I have a very bestest friend who drove 50 miles so she could drive me to the ENT appointment and thus I was able to take the pain pill at once. Two courses of antibiotics and ear drops later, it still wasn’t all gone. The ENT actually had to make a small cut in the ear drum to drain the infection out.
When I was a wee tyke I had an abscess in one of my ear drums. All I remember is screaming while my father held me down, while the surgeon removed the abscess.
Well, there is pain in my ear. It’s not bad. I took a pain pill after supper. I’m not in too much discomfort. I have a feeling of a echo chamber in my ear.
I told the lil’wrekker about that. She cracked up. She now says I have an empty head.
I’m so happy my discomfort gives her so much mirth. :mad:
Panache, I’ve had absolutely no salt for 2 months. I figured I’d be okay just this once. I drank 2 bottles of water.
The corndogs were incredibly salty. I doubt I’ll have them again, anytime soon.
You’ve got a build up of fluid in your middle ear. That’s what causes the echo chamber effect. Eat something really hard and crunchy (like a French burnt peanut) to get the full effect of the echo.
Did you get a decongestant?
I’m pretty sure I’ve got an ear infection brewing. But it ain’t worth trading for a dose of the Coronavirus. Until it feels like I have a red-hot knitting needle lodged in my ear, I’ll just maintain for now.
~VOW
My ear is much better. No fever. Very little pain.
And just as an aside: my surgery site is mostly well. Shingles are gone. No more pain.
I just need to gain back some strength and stamina.
I’m fussing with my family. They just want me to sit in a chair or lie down. I need to move. I realize they are concerned for my safety.
Mr.Wrekker is fussing about Mid-daughters cooking of his breakfast. She does some odd things for breakfast. I’ve been loving it. He just wants his sausage and over-easy eggs. Toast and milk. No substitutions allowed. He can be such a butt-hole about his ‘things’
I told him I’m able to get his sausage and eggs cooked in the morning. I typically get up early with the cats. So, I’m down stairs anyway. He was happy to hear that.
Were we ever to meet, Beck, you and I could go off and do our mischief together, while Mr Wrek and Mr VOW commiserate over the state of the world in general.
Thankyou ~VOW. I need to get him.outta the house. He’s driving me bat-shit insane.
I don’t think he’s been around here this much since his great Gall-bladder removal a few years ago. I doubled his pain meds many times just to knock him out.
Yeah, I’m not above drugging my husband. Terrible.
Hope it’s not too painful.
