We chose Thanksgiving day to decorate for Christmas. It was going well until we found out that five of the six strands of lights on our prelit tree were not working. My electrician husband pulled out his entire bag of tricks trying to figure it out (five strands at once???) but nothing. They spent over two hours clipping them off the tree and then we dug deeper trying to find strands that did work.
The only thing that makes sense is mice, but we couldn't find any evidence of them. The tree is only a few years old and our last tree's lights lasted for over a dozen years.
After dinner, dessert and clean up I laid down on the couch with a heating pad to my ear (my ear had begun bothering me pretty bad Wednesday night) and watched the kids decorate while perusing Black Friday ads. I had no intention of going shopping - I just like to try and figure out what convinces so many other people to do so.
Instead - I went to the ER. I had really been trying to hold out until today and go to Urgent Care ($35 vs. $100) but both Greg and Allan had looked in my pained ear and told me it was clogged with wax. Not being able to ease it all day I began worrying about my eardrum. I've had eardrum repair surgery before, and I didn't really want to deal with that again if I didn't have to.
There was no wait at all in the ER, which was nice - and I told the nurse that on a scale of 1 - 10 I'd give my pain an 8, and I have a pretty high tolerance.
The doctor, upon me turning my bad ear towards her, said - oh, honey, that isn't wax. Your ear is swollen shut.
I have a really bad case of swimmers ear, probably caused by overuse of q-tips which I use all the time because that particular ear has been pestering me for well over a year and a half, and my ENT can't figure out why (personally, I think I must be allergic to the tube inside of it)
Anyway. They managed to squeeze a wick into that ear that'll help get some medicine into it, and they gave me three prescriptions. Two antibiotics and Vicodin. I've not taken Vicodin since 1988. The doses are about one hour too far apart.
I'm hoping by tomorrow - after 24 hours on the antibiotics, that the pain will begin to let up.
So this Thanksgiving, I was thankful for pharmacies that are open 24 hours on Thanksgiving.
Today I accomplished nothing. Not quite what I had planned for my long weekend.
alas. I'm thankful it happened on a weekend when Greg was home rather than during a work week when he's not.
Also, my apologies for all the added security on the comments section. I was one of many who was suddenly plagued with dozens of spam comments per hour that were bypassing the word verification. I kept playing with the options until I settled on one that seems to have worked.