My right ear...

...isnt a film. That's My Left Foot you're thinking of.

I have made lots of blog posts today. 'Why?', I hear you say.

It all started about three weeks ago. I got out of the shower one morning and it felt like I had got water in my ear. I duly wielded a q-tip, but to no good effect. It was sloshing about all day and my hearing wandered in and out of focus. I bought some Otec drops and started to use them. Judging by the way they fizzed in my ear, they had plenty to work with.

After a few days, I still couldn't hear properly and took myself off to Wollaston surgery on the Monday morning. A momentous occasion, as I had never been to the Doctors in Wollaston. Dr Marathe (I think), diagnosed a wax-related blockage and told me to keep taking the drops and to come back on Friday to see the Nurse. There started the longest four days of my life. My sunuses came out in sympathy and I was deaf (well, even more deaf than usual) in one ear. Friday eventually turned up, as did I at the Surgery. Some electronic gizmo was used to buffet my ear and I could hear again. My Tympanic membrane (I was listening, now I could) was red but this was put down to the abuse it had had over the past week or so. I was warned not to use cotton buds ever again, by the way. Hold that thought.

After a few days, my ear began to feel blocked again. Some gentle (or so I thought) investigation with a cotton bud (I know) elicited some cack. Technical term. Later in the week, this turned into reddish cack. Oo-er.

I went back to the Doctors. This time it was Mrs Dr Marathe. She was not pleased with me. I had an infection (which wasn't my fault) but had made it bleed (which was). She prescribed some antibiotics.

By the end of that day, I was in agony. Toothache in my ear. The antibiotics were taking an awfully long time to kick in but how would I have felt if I hadn't had them?

To bring things up to date, it's now Thursday lunchtime, I haven't gone to today's Commonwealth Board meeting because I couldn't have. Things are abating slightly but I still feel really bunged up. I will not be using a cotton bud to sort things out. That is a solemn promise to myself - I'm not about to go through that again.