Saturday, July 26, 2008
Chekov had it easy
There's a moment when you're sick...a moment wherein you finally think 'enough is enough' and 'this is ridiculous' and 'I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore' and that moment for me happened last night when suddenly blood poured out of my ears.
I'm not talking Exorcist here - it wasn't some crazy horror-movie bleeding. And it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. But when you're realizing blood is coming out from a location it usually doesn't , you have to take pause and think 'well, that can't be good.'
There are things that should not go in or out of your ears. Wrath of Khan Chekov Bugs (yes, that's their official name) should never go in your ear. Blood should never come out of your ear.
SO that being said... it gave me pause, and it made me realize that now is the time to see a doctor. Blood out of ear = Doctor.
I have bad experiences with Doctors. They think I'm faking it. They say 'oh, you've been sick as a dog for 3 weeks, and throwing up? It's just a cold. Hang tight little soldier' and shuffle me off home to die alone desperately clutching my nyquil. They say things like 'The worst has passed, it's not worth medicating now.' and 'that flu can be a killer - just keep up with the tylenol.' Needless to say, Tylenol does nothing for the flu. And really, neither does any other medication. It takes you from ' I'm dying!' to 'I'm dying while sitting up!'
And so with this new physical proof of my illness (aka bleeding out of your ears can't be good) I went in and amazingly enough got a perscription for some actual medication to make me better. Miracle of miracles. A Doctor that helps you when you're sick. It's almost an oxymoron.
Although I shouldn't get my hopes up for it happening again. But I'll keep an awl by my bedside just in case I need to poke myself in the ear again to get some actual medical attention.