Pop goes the Ear
Not quite as much as that first Saturday when the infection hit and seemed to go rapidly through all stages, only to finally linger on as stuffiness that seemed to fade but still leave total hearing loss. That first Saturday, it sounded like I was standing across the Charles watching the Fourth of July fireworks - could be I got that impression because I was driving along that area to get into MIT Medical when they were doing their fireworks.
I can hear significantly better - still muffled, but it shows progress. I can now hear my fingers tapping together an inch or so from the ear. Haven't tried the headphones - meetings all morning - but I expect that will be better. Probably will still only use the right side for the rest of this week, to reduce stress and keep bugs off the headphones themselves.
To the blonde in the little red sports car on the commute this morning: I thank you humbly for your interest in my backside, but, sadly, your attention was unwanted. Thought you were going to bump into me on occassion, which seemed awfully forward of you, given that we hadn't even been formally introduced. Then again, judging by your wanton behavior, I expect you show the same attention to all the other boys and girls, too. Sometimes distance can help build a stronger relationship, you know. Public health authorities recommend one car length for every ten miles an hour, in other words and regarding our brief association, about five times further away than you seem to prefer. Best of luck in future relationships, as I fear sooner or later you'll take out an innocent person, or at least destroy their property, when you - quite literally - crash and burn.
I can hear significantly better - still muffled, but it shows progress. I can now hear my fingers tapping together an inch or so from the ear. Haven't tried the headphones - meetings all morning - but I expect that will be better. Probably will still only use the right side for the rest of this week, to reduce stress and keep bugs off the headphones themselves.
To the blonde in the little red sports car on the commute this morning: I thank you humbly for your interest in my backside, but, sadly, your attention was unwanted. Thought you were going to bump into me on occassion, which seemed awfully forward of you, given that we hadn't even been formally introduced. Then again, judging by your wanton behavior, I expect you show the same attention to all the other boys and girls, too. Sometimes distance can help build a stronger relationship, you know. Public health authorities recommend one car length for every ten miles an hour, in other words and regarding our brief association, about five times further away than you seem to prefer. Best of luck in future relationships, as I fear sooner or later you'll take out an innocent person, or at least destroy their property, when you - quite literally - crash and burn.
