Six Word Saturday (2/12/10)

I Am Sick Of Being Sick

When we got home from Santa Fe a couple days after Christmas, I had developed a problem with my right ear.  For two whole weeks I couldn't hear out of it at all.  Then all of a sudden one day it started to hurt SO BAD.  I mean, it felt like someone stabbed me in the ear and left the knife in.  It hurt continuously for hours no matter what I did for it, so I broke down and made a doctor's appointment for late that afternoon.  That, of course, caused me to panic because I'm really afraid of doctors.  My grandma (on my mother's side) used to be so scared of doctors that she wouldn't go even when she was gravely ill and ended up dying from a simple ulcer.  The day I went, though, God was with me because every single person I came in contact with - from the person who held the main door open for me to the actual doctor I saw - all expressed concern that I didn't look very well.  They all acted almost startled when they saw me and quickly asked if I was okay.  It sure helped my nerves hearing them be caring rather than everyone wanting to hurt me.  As if I weren't in enough pain, the doctor thought I should get my ear irrigated (and I hate having that done even when my ear DOESN'T hurt) but they put some kind of topical medicine in my ear that numbed the pain instantly as soon as they put it in.  It was heaven.  After my appointment I had to take medicine for a couple weeks, and then I was fine....

... for about five days.  Then I caught some weird cold thing from my husband.  He had been coughing for a week, and at first I thought he caught the thing I had just gotten over but his ears don't hurt.  And my husband won't go to the doctor (and doesn't want me to go to the doctor again) and wants us to just ride it out because he thinks we just have colds from the snowy weather last week.  But last night I couldn't get to sleep because my husband snores SO LOUD when he's sick, and he was congested and I could hear it in the back of his throat as he breathed and it was pretty gross.  He's buying a new "project car" today - the lady decided to take his offer after all, so I know he thinks he has to be tight with money to catch up to where we were in savings.  If anything starts hurting in my body though, I don't care how much he yells at me, I will go to the doctor.