I took my homework, and a small tea, down to urgent care this morning and had a fine little morning, all to my lonesome. Thank you, nasty ear infection! I’m totally falling in love with Memoirs of Hadrian! It’s all because of you.
I’d like to think there would have been less painful ways of getting my attention but a wild bout of gross certainly drew my attention to the fact that maybe I’m running a little bit ragged. Saw my doc on Thursday and spent all of Friday and most of Saturday in bed, passed.out. I had initially thought that ear infections were just for babies but, I am a grown woman who cannot hear out of her right eat and is in a considerable amount of pain. This last part is hard for me to admit, seeing as I consider my pain tolerance to be quite high and it would seem that admitting to discomfort, let alone screaming, intolerable pain, would be a sign of weakness. Still, this hurts. Like, whoa hurts. Thankfully I have two different antibiotics and no ability to chew solid food so I’ve been on a yogurt-for-breakfast-and-dinner diet, with the occasional bowl of broth for lunch. Yum. I’ve lost six pounds and am ready for something that looks slightly more appetizing than a pill washed down with a cup of live cultures. Blech.
My second school packet was sent in on time and my mentor has mailed me her comments – more to be revealed on that one but while I wait, I’m reading right along. Slowly, it would seem, since I’ve been sleeping for almost 15 hours a day, but its getting down and three of the five books haven’t arrived yet. Soon, I hope, but not quite yet, so I’ve had to spend these cooler autumn nights wrapped up with a real live novel – poor me – while I wait for for the poetry to arrive. The life, it is hard.
And speaking of hard, tonight we say goodbye to the Poet’s Asylum – not good by as much as a ‘so long for now’ but I’ve been helping with this reading for two years and an itinerant community member for many, many more – I’m heartbroken to see it rest for awhile, while understanding that its good for everyone to take a break now and then.
In a minute, I need to shower and wash the gunk out of my ears (gross but true – ear drops turn pretty chunky after a bit) and put on something that looks less like pajamas and more like hosting clothes, replete with a small heel (gotta get it in while the weather holds) and maybe even makeup. I’ll have to put the makeup on before the next round of meds so as to avoid putting mascara on my nose and lipstick where my eyebrows should be…Gotta make sure the night gets all the attention it deserves and I’d rather the audience focus on the task at hand than where, exactly, I put my eyeliner.
More about all of this later – the fact that I can put together a vaguely cohesive sentence means that I’m feeling better but is by no mean a sign than my brain is functioning at its maximum capacity. In some ways I’m glad I’m sick so the impact of everything happening is slowed. Not gone, just…lessened for a moment.