This Furlong has been overwhelmed by physical annoyances which happens as you get older. So she has missed a few days blogging.
I told you about the bird in the hand being better than one in the ear and that I thought I had wax in my ear.
Well I had. Things got really weird.
Mr Furlong bought me wax softening ear drops – a different make to the one I knew . DON’T USE THEM! From the instant I put them in, I was profoundly uncomfortable. I couldn’t hear a thing.
My head felt has if it had inflated 100%.
And that was how it stayed until I could get to the doctor for an ear syringe.
It was debilitating in every way. And nothing improved, even when I reverted back to the old ear drops I have used before. I had to wait ten days in this pitiful condition before the doctor’s rooms would syringe my ears.
On the day of my appointment for the ear syringe, I had a very aggresive NHS nurse who asked me, as I arrived, what I had come to see her for. And when I said that I’d come for an ear syringe she informed me she couldn’t do it unless I had wax in my ears. And so we went on a while like the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. Too long to recount here – posts need to be short, but absolutely ridiculous in every way.
She eventually syringed my ears. I could hear!
Three days later, I awoke to my new wonderful cleared ears, with no birds chirping, no crickets, no cotton wool, to find my left ear, itching, screaming with a dawn chorus, and terribly painful. Infected by the Mad Hatter! I diagnosed myself and started to sort myself out, avoiding ear drops and nurses.
But, in the midst of horrid discomfort, something started flapping about on a back left molar. It’s the back left molar that dentists tell me I must have removed (if it ever troubles me) under general anaesthetic. Flip flap, crunch, flap flip, stab, pain, shriek.
The crown had snapped off the root. But tug as I might, I could not yank it out.
So, dawn chorus in my head, and pain, and a great bird of prey crouched in my mouth waiting to slash my gum, even whilst speaking, has not been conducive to blogging.
But I’m now sorted.
Tomorrow I’ll tell you how to sleep on a painful ear.
And then I’ll tell you about The Mad Hatter.
But today, I just wanted to say a bird in the ear is better than one in the mouth – but not as good as a bird in the hand, which is better than one in the ear – and both are definitely worse than birds in bushes, where all birds really OUGHT to be.