Well, judging by the pain in my ear and neck, the whooshing is more likely an ear infection than anything related to Paxil.  Add in the fact that I’m dropping things and tripping on things and bumping into things moreso than usual, and it’s pretty much a sure bet.  Ah, but when to see the doctor?  The van is in for service today, the repairman for the hot tub is coming tomorrow – sometime between 8 and 5 – and the pond guy is coming Wednesday to finish up and get final approval.  By Thursday, am I going to be in too much pain to function?  I suppose the thing is, actually, to call the doctor and find out if there are evening hours.  *sigh* 

The pond, however, looks great.  I can hardly wait for it to warm up enough to sit out in the morning with coffee and newspaper, and hang with hubby there in the evening.  Right now, it’s cold and windy.  Any my ear hurts.

So, since it’s windy and cold, and I already spent plenty of time walking because Carolyn missed the bus and I have no car today, I decided to unpack some more fabric.  This is how I know I’m dropping things and tripping on things and bumping into things moreso than usual.  I’m going to have to do it in dribs and drabs, because it’s just so darned overwhelming.  One box at a time. . .