The happy pufferfish. Send dream high mushroom ppl stat. Build a house and the shall come, right?
While I was moping about with ear ache I did some work on my many unfinished dollhouses. The interior of this is done now, all the doors have hinges.. It just needs some furnishings. The pot bellied stove (with a door that opens, as demanded by my son) is on the top floor.
I decided, when I woke up, that I should return to the doctors; mostly
because it was 2.30 am and I was in agony, the sort of pain that had
me wimpering and roaming through the houses searching out various
combinations of painkillers.
I found myself again sitting in a waiting room marginally hotter than Satan’s armpit, probably smelling as bad to boot, contemplating the possibility
of some kind of reward scheme akin to that of the local coffee
shops; ten visits and a free prescription? And swearing under my breath at
the thought of meeting a doctor that last time I’d seen had been
fairly sure was trying to kill me; praising the gods above when the
duty doctor was not, as been promised, her.
The doctor looked in the ear that wasn’t hurting, and said it was
inflamed. Then she looked in the one that was causing the troubles,
since my shower yesterday, and made a sort of noise that I assume is
the medical equivalent of a plumber sucking in air over his teeth. The
sort of sound that suggested that yesterday evening, after a week of
swimming the act of showering delicately placed the final straw
upon the back of some hypothetical donkey’s and my ear had shouted
‘that’s it, that’s the fucking limit!’ and shut its doors to the
outside world; that I no longer had an ear canal but a swollen, raging
red pain tube allowing only the sound of its own screaming to be
So she gave me a prescription for some drops, drops to kill bacteria, with steroids to leave my ears stronger and fitter than ever, and
sent me on my way to sit in the pharmacy with the best air
conditioning sipping on a concoction of iced sugar and e colours that
claimed to be ‘naturally Kool’ despite all evidence to the contrary on
the natural front.
The ear drops seemed to promise to kill children on sight.
I’ve got earache :(
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Why? Why on the month I m so poor?
I hate everything.
I wish tumblr would stop sending me emails telling me my dashboard is literally on fire. I keep running here with the fire extinguisher wondering how it’s even possible and I’m yet to see a single flame