There is something about an earache that makes it more
will-sappingly painful than other more various physical irritations.
Although I
always use earplugs when I swim, I have to admit that it was only after a
so-called ‘open water swim’ in the communal pool (my watch doesn’t understand
different length lengths, or rather I can’t reprogram it quickly) so, ‘open
water’ it was. Admittedly I was swimming
though a considerable amount of organic detritus from the surrounding
vegetation (and god know what from the other people) so the somewhat polluted
water could have had an effect on my ever-so-tender ears. Whatever, by the time I went to bed I was
wondering if I would ever drop off given the exquisitely randomly spaced waves
of pain that claimed bitter wakefulness.
However, as
I am fond of saying, when I go to bed I go to sleep. And that is what I expect to do. And if the pain is still there tomorrow then
I will hie me to the pharmacy and ask for a nostrum.
And as this
sort of pain is truly enervating. I will
not write more.
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