That song from the last entry is still haunting my head. Fucking grrr...
So.... I went to the emergency room last night. Seems I have an ear infection in both ears. Well, I'm inductin' at FedEx... I'm inductin'... Still inductin'.... And I feel a *pop* in my right ear. And ooooh shit... The pain begins. I'm cryin'. I'm bawlin'. I'm damn near pitiful. No, wait.... I was pitiful. I go home. Mom takes me to the Baptist East ER. Yes... Same hospital Nana died in. Mom cried some. And I wait two and a half hours. Half my head is in pain. It's 3 AM. The waiting room is practically empty. I saw the doc... ooohh... maybe two minutes. Dammit.... I pay a fuckin' fifty dollar copay to receive the news, "Oh! Both your ears are infected. The right is worse than the left. The popping you felt was probably a small bubble of infected stuff deep in your ear. Here are some bullshit prescriptions and two Percosets. Have a nice night!"
Basically... I paid fifty dollars for some goddamn Percosets. Fuckin'-A.
And I can't sleep... Even though I'm drugged up like a motherfucka... It still hurts like hell. I finally pass out around 7 AM just to have to get up 9:30 to have to get ready to go to Colton's. Double grrr...
I'm just bitchin' and moanin'. It was my choice to go to the ER last night. I really thought my eardrum had burst or something! And damn...
Mother's Day this weekend. Oh! And the annual "Birthday Extravaganza". I hate my mother's side of the family. Should be fun trying to make polite conversation with a metal bar that's been rammed through my tongue. Heh... Wish me luck! I'm so gonna need it.