It seems I spoke a little too soon. No sooner am I ready to take on the world again, the goo in my head takes over. So much so that the very painful earache and the oops-I've-gone-deaf unlocked my childhood memories of ear infections (I could almost taste the aspirin and jam (but not the medicine that allegedly tastes of banana - I think that may be one of those brain-blocked-out-the-trauma incidents)).
The doctor I saw was considerably more friendly than his
brother and didn't make me feel like an idiot for going to see a doctor because my ear needs to pop. I like to think he understood that in situations like this, ear infections are easily caught and someone experiencing ear pain that keeps her awake all night and that ibuprofen can't combat is going to be a bit cautious.
Thanks to my sister, who is unexpectedly knowledgeable about ears, I can tell you that my Eustachian tube is blocked. I keep wanting to call it my Etruscan tube which makes me think of an Etruscan Venus. But then I couldn't remember what an Etruscan Venus is other than it's what you get when you do something to a Klein bottle.
So I tried Wikipedia and much to my amazement "Etruscan Venus" doesn't have an entry!* I thought Wikipedia could tell you anything!
And there was a spider on my lightbulb that made me laugh. As the bulb got hot he jumped down his string, waited for a bit, climbed back up, burnt his feet, jumped down his string, waited for a bit, climbed back up, burnt his feet, jumped onto the floor.
Erm… yes.
* I looked it up elsewhere and it's the three dimensional shadow of a Klein bottle.