Guess I'll be missing work again

but seriously, do not blame Klaus - at least not directly.

I seem to have given myself an ear infection while laying on the nasty ass shower floor to relieve nausea from the migraine while I was showering.

It gets hot in that bathroom, even with the door open, fan on, and shower door cracked to allow fresh air flow. The lay down seemed optimum - let me relax, listen to the noise of the water, and envision the potentialities of dying a shallow water death before 30. What's a girl to do? Besides, some of you might be aware that my judgement is seriously impaired when I have a migraine. I actually said GW was the lesser of two evils recently.

Sometime yesterday, when my ear started to hurt, I thought it was because I'd jammed Evan's super cool ear plugs deeper than I was supposed to. Or maybe my ear was aching because I was sleeping on Mike's conical ear plugs that don't have much flexibility? Either way, I thought it was an earplug situation, not a nasty ass bacteria in my ear, diminishing my hearing.

Migraine sufferers understand nausea, like they understand Thai soup, but after my third squirt of nasal spray, the headache was totally gone. Yippee! So why did I wake up nauseas at 1:15am? 3:15am? And why did I continually wake up tugging on my ear like a disgruntled toddler?

I decided some investigating was in order. Got me a hot compress and tried to blow my nose. Hot compress = good. Blowing nose = does god really need to inflict such pain? Holy jeezo that hurt.

So of course I woke Evan up, because that's just what the poor man needed.

"Ow. My ear hurts. I think I have an ear infection from laying down in the shower."

Of course that's why - I already told him I refused to bathe in the tub because it's too dirty. Now answer me this, if you won't put your 'giner in harms' way, why the hell would you put your EAR there? These are the questions about me that keep you all coming back wondering how the hell I possibly make it through each day.

"Sorry babe," he mumbles, trying to be sweet but really just being tired. It is 3:15 am.

"Do you have any garlic oil?" Still trying to be nice and even on-topic. Yay Evan.

"No, you made me throw it out when we moved," which is true, but damn, boy was sleeping.

"Oh. Sorry. Did you put a hot compress on it yet?"

"Yeah, I'm doing that right now."

Anyone who has ever used a hot compress must know that you have to reheat it every 4 minutes or so. It's blisteringly hot when you remove it from the microwave (or the water faucet at my house) and when it's cool enough to apply you have approximately 45 seconds of relief before it needs to be heated up again.

I played the I'm-really-fine-and-still-going-to-work-tomorrow-even-though-I-haven't-slept-well-and-can't-forsee-sleeping-anytime-in-the-near-future
game for a while. But finally I just got up and addressed the situation.

I'm still addressing it an hour later. Still can't hear, still tugging at the ear like an infant, but now I am drinking peppermint-echinacea tea, which helps nausea, and I took a compazine which also helps.

I'm waiting until my body collapses and I fall back asleep OR the healthfood store opens and I can buy some crap to treat my ear. It still hurts like an SOB to blow out my right nostril, but for the love of my ear, I will persist.

I think maybe watching Office Space was a bad idea this week. How long would it take them before they just fire me for not coming in?

Yesterday Evan and I discussed me cutting back to working 3 days per week once he gets hired on. I think that would be good. Then I would have ample time for other important things, like searching for a real job, and doing yoga to maintain my migraine situation.

Gah. I guess the good news is I can hit up Funky Door or the place Algin teaches for my bikram this week. That, and if I miss work I can justifiably miss school and do some homework I missed from this weekend. There is always a silver lining, my friend, you just have to know where to look.

It's so boring right now. Maybe Cartoon Network is playing re-runs of He-Man back when He-Man was good. Like before She-Ra.