Posted on Oct 3, 2016 in Blog |

This past weekend, I was planning to take a girlfriend to our cabin for a weekend of wildness: you know, going braless, reading, writing, and doing needlepoint. I figured if we really got restless, we could roast marshmallows in the fire pit and take the dogs for a long stroll. Friday morning, my car was completely packed, ready to go. Except, my ear had kept me up the previous two nights with pain. I was on antibiotics for an ear infection. My LLMD saw it on Wednesday, prescribed the meds, told me if I didn’t feel better Thursday, to call in for another scrip, which I did. At 5 am Friday, I was in tears. Then, my eardrum ruptured, which usually actually feels better because the pressure is released. I felt better for about two hours and then the pain returned. I was determined to get away from the weekend. So I went to a local “doc in a box”. He took a look, even gave me a photo of the inside of my ear. He suggested we clean it out first, which he emphasized would be painful. I suggested we not. I wanted to get on the road. I had enough ear infections as a child to know what that pain would be and I wanted none of it. Can you tell I was still in a bit of denial about the severity of this issue? The doc let me go, told me to return on Monday, and he gave me a prescription for OXYCODONE. Hmmm . . . that’s when a little red flag went up that maybe I was in for a bit more pain than I anticipated. Jeff, looking incredulously at me, asked, “And what happens when you hit 3000 feet on the mountain on the way to the cabin?” Hmm . . . I hadn’t thought about that. I texted the photo of my eardrum to my LLMD, who then responded, “I’ve texted Dr. W. Call his office and they will see you now.” Dr. W is our favorite ENT physician. He added, “Abundance of caution is indicated presently,” another red flag. A little...

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