The Eardrums Bursteth

I know you were all wondering all day how the ear trauma drama went down. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you hanging. So this morning I woke up after a beautiful two hours of sleep and called the doctor’s office the minute their phone turned on. They would only be able to get me in at 1:45. Boo. I took several more pain killers and slept until it was time to go.

Imagine with me if you will: I am filled with pain comparable only to childbirth or a knifing and it’s in both ears. I have to hold a towel to catch...I won’t finish that sentence. Then I’m being pushed in my walker because I’m still completely non-weight-bearing after my foot surgery. Kyle pushes me upstairs in my awesome rollie-walker as I proceed to break out into a pain-induced sweat session with everyone in the small waiting room looking on awkwardly as I fan myself with the waiting room magazine in desperation. I’m handed a large stack of intake paperwork to fill out. How did they know? Yes, that was exactly what I wanted to do when I was in massive pain and trying not to puke or die. Kyle fills out paperwork. Then I heard that screeching voice in my head, “warning: puke coming.” Praise the Lord for the office’s excellent trash can placement. I was able to keep a very awkward situation from becoming much worse. Yes folks, I was that girl. The one who puked in the doctor’s waiting room. I told the nurse the pain was bad. *She really should have listened.*

Surprisingly, even puking in the waiting room didn’t speed up my wait-time. Once in the room I assured the nurse that she would not be taking my temperature with the proposed ear thermometer. Really? The doctor confirmed the double ear infection and the rupture of both ear drums, wrote me out a fancy script for a new and shinier antibiotic and pain med, and called the nurse in to give me a steroid shot in the arm. She apologized that I’d have to buy a new (third) antibiotic and that I’d need a shot but I think at that moment I would have willingly given her my house, my car, and my toes if it meant that the pain would go away. Luckily, it didn’t cost me any of those things! Win win.

After starting the new meds and sleeping the rest of the day, I feel like a semi-new woman. I still am confined to the bed. I still can’t really hear out of either ear, so if you want to talk about me “behind my back” you can do it in the same room but just don’t let me see your lips. I still have towels on my pillows. I am loaded on pain meds. But I have never been so thankful to no longer be in such awful pain. I have never been so happy to have the ability and privilege to rest and recover in the bed while having help with my little people. I am thankful to have a fantastic doctor that I trust and makes clear choices for my treatment with immediate results. Praise the Lord! Thank you everyone who prayed today. It has been humbling to see so many friends care, pray, call, text, and facebook me to let me know they’re thinking of me. I don’t know why you’re still there after all the crazy that I sometimes seem to emit. I love you for it. I love God for blessing me with such an outpouring of His grace in my life. (Even when other yucky things are outpouring. Sorry, just couldn’t let it go, could I?!) 

I told you I’d blog every day. I didn’t say it would be exciting or uplifting reading. 


*Hysterical: It's midnight and the alarm on our new house just went off...we don't know the code and it hasn't done this in the four months we've lived here. But now, at midnight, it goes off. All the kids are up. I can't stop laughing.