July 23rd, 2008
|11:41 am - The Boy with the Tampon In His Ear|
That's what the doctor called it. His exact words: "It's like a little tampon."
I have swimmer's ear, and it sucks (but I repeat myself). I'd been swabbing it with alcohol and vinegar last week, and it was getting better, but I have a bad habit of stopping treatment once it becomes apparent that it's working. Friday night was spent in a smoky bar (which, apparently, is the price you pay for Oingo Boingo and They Might Be Giants karaoke), and Saturday was spent at a smoky wedding reception (which, apparently, is the price you pay for having coworkers who commute from Milton). The doctor says the swabbing would probably have been sufficient, if A) I'd kept it up for a couple more days, and B) I hadn't spent so much time around cigarette smoke.
Of course, he told me that after my ear canal had swollen to the point that swabbing was impossible.
I didn't sleep well on Sunday night, and I left work early on Monday with a fever and dizziness. I lay awake all night on Monday, so I called in on Tuesday, and went to the doctor, and had the tampon inserted. Aural medication tends to drip out and trickle down the side of your head, especially when the ear canal is blocked or swollen, but the tampon absorbs the medication and (presumably) delivers more of it to where it needs to go. Whatever was going on in my ear had taken good advantage of my sleep deprivation, so when the icy medication started making its way into my ear, I became nauseous. I sat down, asked for a glass of water, and could feel myself beginning to hyperventilate.
I was also getting a tetanus shot, and the doctor thought I was reacting to the needle, but I'm okay with needles. No, this was some inner-ear thing brought on by the ear drops and the tampon. Anyway, I got the shot and I got the tampon and I drove myself home, which was safer than I'm making it sound.
I should probably mention at this point that it's not really called a tampon. I don't know what it's called. The doctor didn't tell me. But he did ask me who I trust. I told him I didn't understand why he was asking.
"Well, do you have a roommate or a wife? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? See your parents on a regular basis?"
"I have a girlfriend," I said.
"Good. You need her to root around in your ear with a tweezers."
The tampon comes out on Sunday, and crabmoon's probably stuck with that exciting job. There shouldn't be a lot of rooting around, since I can touch it with my finger without inserting it into the ear canal.
Meanwhile, I can't hear a damn thing. That's not true. My other ear still works, but the affected one is plugged, which is occasionally disorienting. Every step I take sounds to me like I'm stomping, and I can't tell what volume I'm speaking at because I sound loud to myself all the time. On the plus side, I feel pretty good now, other than my ear. Two days of tiredness and fatigue were not fun, but I slept well last night, and I'm doing fine at work today. Well, my ear itches.
The point of this story is that I told a bunch of people I'd hang out this week, but between two lost days and the fact that I have to pack to move in slightly less than two weeks, I'm thinking I should concentrate my free time on other things.
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: The Smiths -- The Boy with the Thorn In His Side
I've had swimmer's ear. it sucks. I'm sorry for you.
I've gotten swimmer's ear every few years for as long as I can remember. Not enough for it to be considered a chronic problem, but I do seem to be prone to ear/nose/throat ailments. Anyway, the rest on Tuesday helped immensely. Now I just have to put up with this itchy earplug.
I've had that a few times. The last time I went in for it, about three years ago, the doctor told me to have my mom blow smoke into it a few times a day and plug it with a cotton ball.
Seriously? That sounds like it wouldn't work to me, but I dunno... Your ears seem to work okay.
Yikes, that sounds.... somewhat unpleasant.
If you're not feeling well consider me an option for alternate transportation. I'd hate to see you run into an old lady or fruit cart from trying to drive when you're not at your best.
Thankfully, I feel much better now, but I appreciate the offer and will keep it in mind if I need a chauffeur in the future. Though it might be interesting to have a younger person crash into a Farmer's Market for a change.
Not good, but interesting.
I am sorry about the ear issues. I really hate not being able to hear or hear well in an ear. Plus, fever, nausea and pain really suck. Rest up and get better.
It's mostly better now. Well, the ear isn't better, but the rest of me feels fine. I was actually really hoping to see you kids on Tuesday night, but I'm glad you cancelled because by the evening, I was in no shape for it.
Hey, is that a tampon in your ear or...
Oh, it is. Huh.
Hey, is there a night later next week you and your gf would be free? Going out to dinner with E and myself? or at least a night that you would be free?
Uh huh. See? I bet you feel bad about calling me Tampon Ear all those times now, don't you?
Funny I should hear from you all of a sudden. On Tuesday night I was thinking "gee, it's been awhile since I saw Ellen or Charlie, I should give them a call." I'll consult with Lindsay and see when she's free. I think we can both swing a dinner date, but at the very least, I'd like to catch up!
No, I feel bad because, I believe, every one gets one prediction of the future dead on. One person can predict the lottery numbers, horse race winners....me, i waste it and pick you as tampon ear. *sigh*
Let us know. Feel free to give Ellen a call on her cell, or me on mine.
Catch you laters :)
Dude, while I don't know the joys of having a tampon in my ear, I know what it's like to be sick. Rest up and feel better. We will wait.
I was feeling a lot better by midday yesterday. Now the trick is to keep the tampon in, despite the fact that it's incredibly uncomfortable. This could be a gameshow challenge.
Hey, I accidentally purged my friends when I renamed my LJ so, you'll need to add me again.