This morning, Audrey woke up saying she felt sick to her stomach. This happens many mornings, and is usually cured by a shower and breakfast, so I told her to take a shower and have breakfast. Hubby noticed this also happens on Mondays after she’s been to a sleepover party, and maybe we’d have to reconsider when she could go to sleepovers. When she heard this, she decided to tough it out and go to school. However. . . .

I have a doctor appointment this morning, trying to get one for my ear sometime today, have to go to the bank and the library, and get replacement wiper blades for the van, plus camp out at the old doctor’s office to demand they give me my friggin’ records already. What do you want to bet she’s really sick and I have to go pick her up, eh? Ugh. I myself am feeling sick, but that’s not new. I must, must, must get this ear thing taken care of, so if Audrey needs to come home, she might have to camp out in the nurse’s office for a bit.

We have two medical facilities that designate themselves as walk-in, immediate care facilities. But they keep regular doctor hours, so they’re no help at all if you need to see a doctor after 5. WTF?!?!? By the time I found this out, I decided I needed to sleep more than I needed to wait four hours in the emergency room, so I filled my ear up with antibacterial stuff and took too many painkillers, and that should hold me until my regular doctor is in.

Yes, the ear infection is back. I was in Manhattan yesterday, enjoying the Whole Bead Show (except for the climate control thing. They’ve really got to work on that.), and almost went to the bead stores afterwards, but I was parked at 21st St, and the sotres are in the upper 30’s, and it was pouring rain. As I was slllloooowwwwwlllyyyy making my way through the Lincoln Tunnel, it started to feel like someone was repeatedly jamming a knitting needle into my inner ear. I called my regular doc (actually, the insurance co. classifies her as a specialist, since my former doctor’s office staff have had much more important things to do over the last two weeks than count up the pages in my medical records and charge me a friggin’ dollar a page to copy them and transfer them over. This means I have to pay $50 a visit instead of $30. And the new doc doesn’t have my records.) but the office had just closed and the Saturday doctor wouldn’t be in. So. . .whatever, I think I’ll go see an ENT so maybe I can get cultures taken and be rid of this once and for all.

Time to go take more painkillers and load up my ear again.

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And I’m off to shower and head to the Bead Expo in NYC. I’m tired and still a bit achey, but I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.