Tuesday, March 22, 2005
feel sorry for me
It feels like my ear has a mouth. If I blink my eyes just right, my ear closes off, and I start to hear the ocean. The infected ocean. Like the rest of NYC, I have that cold that is 'going around.' I called the doctor yesterday for an appointment. They said to call at 8 in the morning for an 'urgent visit.' I guess yesterday at noon when my throat told me swallowing was off limits, was not urgent. But now that I have woken up with mouth ear, closed throat and droopy eyes, I can call and get that appointment. I hope they don't tell me to call back tomorrow at 7am for a super urgent appointment. I could have a feeding tube by then, and we all know what happens when you get a feeding tube. People start to talk.
