Writing Wrongs

July 20, 2005

I have a really bad ear infection. For some reason, I thought Benadryl might help clear things up. I don’t know why I thought this, except, I was desperate. I can’t hear a darn thing out of that ear.

It’s been a long time since I took Benadryl. Now I remember why I never take it. I was hoping to fall asleep before it hit me, but no such luck. I was twitchy all night long, but at least it was a wake-up-and-fall-back-asleep-right-away kind of twitchy. Then at five, thunder and lightning woke the kids.

They didn’t want to stay in their beds. They didn’t want to share a bed. But for some reason, the couch is a safe haven. They both zonked out again and I let the dogs out, zipped through morning pages like I was on speed, and reconsidered the wisdom of taking Benadryl. Next time, I’ll just say no.

But, at least caffeine kept me from crashing too hard. And I’m off to the doctor’s in a bit, because I would really like to hear again.

Alas, last night, Kyra did not scale the climber with Andrew. He had her halfway up when a group of rambunctious five-year-olds charged past. That was it. She wanted down. “Boys rowdy,” she told me. I agreed. “Boys need time out.” Yeah, they did. They could probably use some Benadryl as well.

Andrew has high hopes for next time. I must be getting old because fast food menus leave me totally cold. All I can think is: heart attack in a paper box. And just the other day I was remembering how much I loved the hamburger royal mit käse while stationed in Germany (pretty much your Quarter Pounder with cheese) and was trying to figure out a way to work that into The Boys’ Club. Yeah, like that’s really important to the story.

Oddly enough, I used to get ear infections while stationed in Germany and was also remembering how annoyed my commander got because I couldn’t hear him. He finally called up the clinic and pitched a glorious fit, making it sound like the fate of the free world hinged on whether or not I could hear. Sounds like something Mark might do. I might have to go write that.

As soon as I can hear again.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 12:27 p.m.