I have not been able to taste or hear for almost a week. I know, that sucks right? A week ago I was feeling much better after getting over a nasty flu. The one night, my eyes started itching. I took my contacts out and put on my glasses so that my children would have one more reason to paw at my face. A few hours later, my eyes hurt and I felt pressure in my head. I felt like crap so I took a shower. After the shower I thought I might have water in my ears because I could not hear my kids very well and they were yelling as usual. So I tried to pop my ears.
Only one popped. The other one squealed like a baby pig. I was annoyed and all of a sudden felt nauseous. I tried everything but could not get it to pop. Of course I tweeted it and Dr. Twitter was no help. I know, shocking right?
I decided to get the kids in bed as soon as possible and have a snack and a glass of wine.
I poured myself a bowl of goldfish and a glass of wine and sat down to bemoan my miserable ears. But I could not taste the goldfish. I tried other things but I could not taste anything. Except my wine. Thank God I can still taste the sweet wine.
Then it hit me. My mom had a friend with brain cancer who could not taste or smell anything but she could taste wine. In my fragile state I sort of panicked.
I waited a couple days and took some allergy medication but nothing helped. My ear popped and then clogged up again. That squealing noise continued.
I finally took my tush to the doctor fearing the worst but starting to feel very much like spring was upon me.
I was right. He doubts I have brain cancer but is pretty sure my allergies are kicking my ass early and…get this…I am a grownup with an ear infection.
A flipping ear infection.
So my ears hurt like hell and I now feel for babies and toddlers around the world. I am sad for their ears and happy that at least I can have a glass of wine. Poor babies, they can’t.
I am hopeful that I will taste, smell and hear well again soon but until then I will eat very sour candy and have my wine at night.
I will have my wine instead of the Sudafed recommended by the doctor because I now believe that Sudafed is of the devil. It makes me feel like crap and did not restore any of my valuable senses.
It’s okay to feel bad for me. The only positive other than the wine is that I can’t smell poopy diapers.
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