Because the Hydrocodone has just kicked in and I'm just that depressed at the moment I'm about to make my first truely EMO post here on LJ. Enjoy.
My ear infection had gotten to the point on Sunday night that it was unbearble so I returned to the ASU infirmiry. Dr. Geiger (Director of Health Services) just happened to be on hand for the after hours clinic. Lucky me. She took one look at my ear and she began making the sounds that Doctors do just before they have to tell you some pretty bad news. She couldn't get the instrument required to look at my ear into my ear because it was simply too swollen. She gave me a new antibotic (bring the total number perscribed up to two) and some Darvocet. She told me that if I were to vomite or my face turn red to immediatly get to the emergency room as soon as possible because it would mean that the infection had made it into my blood-stream. I had an appointment to go back to the infirmiry agian the following mourning to check up on th swelling.
Agian, she looked at my ear and just stopped even trying to look at it and told me that they were placing a call to the local ear, nose, and throat doctor for an emergency visit as soon as possible. At this point the pain was so unbearble that I was sweating and just generally wishing someone would put a bullet into my skull.
I actually got driven from campus over to the INT Doctors office in a cop car (ASU security evidently does this) and we talked about how much fun he though it was to drive while his sirens were on. I had to sit in the lobby curled up into a ball and on the very of tears (manly tears, John Wayne style moisture in the eye deal) for over an hours. I think everyone over the age of 50 was there today.
I finally get called back to sit in the examination room and had to sit back there for another hour. He finally comes in and we talk about the infection. He tells me he is going to attempt to clean out the pus and blood build up in my ear. He gets out a suction thingy not unlike what you see at a Dentist's office. He puts on some massive magnifying glasses and starts at it. Two sects later he is pulling the instument out of my ear. Turns my head to look at him and says in a serious tone, "We are gonna beat this thing, its gonna be alright."
At this point I'm concerned enough about my ear that I begin asking the blunt questions. He continually dodges my questions and keeps saying I'm gonna be alright. Basically, my ear is so swollen and full of puss, etc. that he can't even see my ear drum. I asked him if I had a ruptered ear drum and he pauses and then says that we shouldn't worry about that right now.
So basically my one good ear (40% hearing lose compared to 70% hearing lose in my right)may be irrevocably damaged. Add to this that he had to insert a small sponge into my ear that is to reamin untill the infection is gone because its the only way to get antibiotic ear drops acutally into the ear canal. He said I would have to come back for sever days ever day untill we cleared it up. Just today I had to pay $240 for the visit and another $140 for the medication. I'm still short my antibiotics because Wallgreens didn't have the kind I needed. It is going to cost me nearly $1,000 dollars to clear up this infection and I may permanant hearing lose in my left ear in addition to the hearing lose I had as a child.
Ok, EMO rant is off. I think its a bit justified considering my shitty ass luck as of late. Oww, and of course my mother flipped her shit. /sigh