Complain, complain, complain, complain… you get the picture… or should I continue? I feel like I’ve been very complainy lately… in all reality I’m a lucky gal and there are people who are dealing with far worse things than I ever have to imagine… and those people could teach me a lesson or 16 in how to keep it positive. I met a lady tonight… sweetest lady… animated… smiling every time I glanced over at her from my post at the front of the room where I’d been singing… and my eyes kept finding her in the crowd (aka mini crowd… 20 tops), because she made me feel at ease. It wasn’t until after I’d finished and was talking to some of the sweet folk in the crowd that I noticed she was in a wheelchair and had no legs. I found myself so inspired by her. I didn’t feel sorry for her… I wanted to be like her when I grew up… except that I’ve already grown up and I’m far from anywhere near her caliber of positive radiance. I don’t know her… for all I know she’s someone else behind closed doors… but for some reason just witnessing her being for the few minutes that I did, I highly doubt it.
I’m like waxing poetic or some such nonsense. Yo, Shakespeare… move over… WhitPeare be up in this here joint and she’s ready to move onto your turf, yo! My newest complaint is the burgeoning (yes, that’s a word I enjoy using… especially out of context) shooting pains in my head, ear, and right side of my teeth. It took me a long while to figure out what it was, and as it kept getting worse, I finally gave in and went to the doctor on Friday morning. It seems I have 800 gallons of earwax (TMI TO THOSE OF YOU EATING LUNCH… ESPECIALLY TAPIOCA PUDDING) pushing up against my eardrum and causing this massive pressure-filled painfest in my head region. I went to my primary care physician who stuck this lighted-up-stick down my ear and tried to scrape it out… and every time I flinched because he was whapping a light saber against my eardrum, he’d tell me, boy, you have sensitive ears. Um… no… I’m thinking every person who has someone sticking something down their eardrum would do the exact same thing. He sent me home with a home remedy of putting hydrogen peroxide in my ear twice a day for 3 days and then on the 3rd day try to flush it out with warm water in a syringe. Yeah… that made it worse… it’s even more clogged up now and pain pills only help it for an hour… which is cool and all but then you have to wait 5 more hours to take another one. I called an ENT this morning and begged them to get me in to suction it out tomorrow… I have never been more excited in my life to go to a doctor… just to be able to sleep more than 1 hour at a time will be like I done won the bacon-eating contest. Bring it, Porky!
The moral of the story… Q-Tips… bad news… those headphones you stick in your ear… bad news… Whitney’s eardrums… more bad news… To sum it up… don’t be a dope and hydrogen peroxide is the devil!
Question of the Day: Do you use Q-tips? DON’T… JUST DON’T DO IT!
PS – Happy belated momma’s day to my sweet momma and also to all the mommas out there who may be reading these words. Y’all deserve some sort of medal! I hope your kids spoiled you.
PPS – Happy 40th Birthday (snicker) to my Padre tomorrow!! Hopefully the folks at the assisted living center throw him a party like only they know how to… prune juice and Metamucil… bring it!