Ok, this ear, chest thing has not got the best of me. Today I put on jeans and that is when you know I’m feeling good (or trying my best to). I am one of the moms; you know the ones I’m talking about, that wear yoga pants or leggings 25 days out of every month. But today I showered, pulled on my faded jeans and said “I’m ready to meet the world.”
The miracle four prescriptions they handed me yesterday have not been a miracle but I feel 90% myself minus any hearing in my left ear. It is really starting to drive me crazy though – muted, swirling sound in my ear with a constant ring and the low beat of my heart playing in the background through a dense fog. This plays on my claustrophobia too (I can ride in elevators but don’t feel comfortable in small spaces but hey, I’m from the Canadian prairies so not surprising), because I can’t get away from the feeling or sound. According to the nurse I asked, there is no draining for ears. I have to wait this out and put my faith on the fierce antibiotic army attacking the nasties in my middle ear and it could take weeks before my hearing comes back completely. I want to scream.
But I won’t. Deep breath. Aside from wearing my jeans today, I prepped dinner early so was uber prepared for our busy evening of gymnastics, girl scouts and book reports. And I made time for a 10 minute pause on the couch this afternoon to admire the view out of a small round window we have in our living room. Pink blossoms now adorn the tree branches and make the window look like a painting. Spring is definitely here. Now if only I could hear the birds chirping…
365 Days of Self Care 