Ramblings of a Crowe

What does this have to do with my ear again?

Today has been one of those surreal days. You know, the kind that careens out of control like a run away frieght truck, taking out innocent bystanders and small animals along the way.

Yeah...one of "those days".

First I wake up and my right ear feels like someone has jabbed a spork in my eardrum. I have a cough...okay, I always have a cough in the summer, but this one is a different cough. My ear friggen hurts when I cough. But I have a high pain tolerance, so I'm good to go. My motto is don't go to the doctor unless a limb has fallen off or you bleed blood from your eyes. It's worked so far. I've only been sent to the ER three times in six years.

I go to work, stopping by the store to by a burrito (breakfast of champions) and a pop. It's a typical Monday. I get to work and see my bosses truck and camp trailer parked in the parking lot. Okay, that's a bit weird, but since none of us are normal at my job, not much surprises me. The "head honcho" is also in town, his truck is parked next to the door...but I knew he'd be at the office, so no big.

Anyway, I get inside, we sit down to have a meeting and my boss says he's leaving. Today. As soon as we're finished with the meeting. He was offered another job (same company, different area), and he starts TODAY. Uhhh...okaaaay...That's kinda abrupt, since he's the only manager in our office...but hey, he got a promotion so I'm happy for him. I was shocked, and I'm really sad to see him go, since he's the best boss I've ever worked for, but it's his life and he should do what he feels is best.

...元マネージャは戻る予定だ。 なに？ウソ！！ジョーダンじゃないよ！たたたいへんだよ！カレはクソバカだよねぇ。。。またく～

So...my ear is still hurting. It's getting worse. I decide that perhaps I should visit the doctor. So I go to the walk in clinc, and this doctor comes in. She goes over my chart, looks in my ear, and tells me that I have fluid behind it, but it's not infected. Then she proceeds to tick off a bunch of other stuff that is wrong with me. My blood pressure is a bit too high. I should lose about 20 pounds. I might get daibetes. I might get cancer (been there, done that doc). Blah, blah, blah, blah...The list goes on and on. The entire time I'm thinking, "No fucking shit, doc. But what the hell does this have to do with my ear? THE EAR! Remember?" She mentions more stuff, and about that time, I've had it. If I wanted a full analysis of what was wrong with me, I would have gone to my regular physician. I not too nicely tell her to not worry about all that other crap and get back to the problem at hand. My ear hurts. Fix it.

She shows me this creepy massage I should do to my ear while making my mouth open and shut like a horse. I stare blankly at her. She starts to write my perscription and tells me it's for a decongestant and ibprofin. I tell her I don't want her perscription. I have that junk at home and I'm not paying a gazillion dollars for the other crap when over the counter stuff works just the same. Besides, I already know I'll be back for antibiotics by the end of the week.

The doc writes it anyway. I'm now pissed I wasted 78 bucks coming in to have a quack tell me my pain is irrelevant. I hate doctors that do that. They don't listen to you. They don't read your previous charts. If she had, she would have seen that last fall I was in for the exact same problem (and before that, and before that, and before that). I was given antibiotics and it went away. But what do I know? I'm just a dumb patient.

So I leave the office. My ear still killing me, but now I'm angry. So I go shopping. I buy some new clothes, some stuff for home, a diet pepsi, and a new purse. Take THAT stupid doctor!

*sigh*

Tomorrow doesn't look much brighter. Another meeting at work. Delegation of duties (responsiblities I no longer wanted coming back to me), and my ear will still be hurting.

But at least I have a new purse.

Posted by Zoso at July 11, 2005 08:17 PM