I was laying in bed yesterday afternoon and the trusty husband came into the bedroom and says, “you know… that movie was terrible.” Since he made that movie he has upgraded his programs and such. He also made that particular movie in a bit of a hurry. I don’t care. I still like it. The boy doesn’t care about it at this moment. Hopefully in a few years he will understand.
As far as my condition goes. Heavy narcotics have helped the pain in my ear for short periods of time. Then I thought I would move out of the bed onto the couch last night. We were watching television when my ear started to make a gurgly sound and then kind of a slight pop. Then I heard rushing fluid. All of a sudden fluid was running out of my ear. Yeah, that can’t be good. A few calls to SIL the Nurse and then the doc’s office it was determined that my eardrum probably tore letting the backed up fluid out. Now the tinny sound is gone, but I have almost no hearing in that ear now. It sounds like when you get a ton of water in your ear. So all night long I would have gunk running out of my ear.
This morning I am feeling much better. Again, the drugs help. Still can’t hear, which is a good thing since I have given up the bed for the couch and am watching the George Movie for the bazillionth time. And the boy decided to bring one of his noise making toys out here. Ha! I can’t hear either!
Later this morning we are taking the boy for a well child check-up. This should be interesting. I am curious to see how much he has grown since November (his last visit). Then today is Dining out for Life night. We have “date night” planned with Tacoma Chickadee and her husband. I have tried to warn her that conversation may be minimal on my part seeing as I can’t hear a blessed thing.
With any luck by the weekend I should be able to move past fluff posts on to things a little more important.