Last night, at about 1:30 am, I was rudely awakened by someone shoving an ice pick in my right ear. How rude, I thought. And then I realized it was just some fluid in my ear. That’s all. Just some innocent liquid causing knife-like pain. Who knew liquid could be so evil?
Sleeping wasn’t an option at that point, so I got up, took some ibuprofin and watched Glee. Such a good show for taking your mind off the pain, don’t you think? After watching the show, I was able to go back to sleep, but man. That sucked.
It still hurts a bit, but we had to bring the boys to the pulmonologist this morning, so I couldn’t go to my own doctor. I’m such a martyr. That was the appointment from hell, I’m telling you. The boys weren’t that bad, considering. But being in a teeny-tiny exam room with three very curious toddlers, a germaphobic husband (mmwah!) and a double stroller was not what I consider “fun”.
Eh. It still hurts. Blah.
And I feel even worse knowing this is how the boys felt every time they had an ear infection last year. And they had a lot. Their only symptom ever was waking in the middle of the night, screaming. 😦 Ugh. Even if they’re constantly wheezing, at least their ear tubes have put an end to the pain of ear infections.
(Sorry about the most boring post ever. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be more inspired.)