Nonsensor.

Wah Waaah wa wa wa wa Wahh. Yep, everyone sounds like the adults on Charlie Brown cartoons when your inner ear is full of fluid. Probably a magnified effect when your eardrum is somewhat perforated. That's the story I heard from the doctor today, after returning (by 36-hour train ride, mind you, to avoid further pressure-related damage) from my lovely trip to Orlando in which the descent on the airplane swallowed my soul. I guess at least I escaped the coldest week we've had since the dawn of time here. And with the ear problems, I could sit in the same room with Celly and only hear half of what he said! I jest, Celly, I jest. Not really, but at least I was ignoring Alex the whole time too. And I could blame my bad attitude on pain and reaction to decongestants.

So after two weeks of taking these giant antibiotic horse pills that could easily wound a chihuahua (I got home and there was one in my house, for real... I'd test my theory but he's kinda cute), I'm going to see an Ear Nose and Throat guy who's either going to tell me I'm fine or that I need tubes in my ears. It's gonna be a great couple weeks!