It’s the little things.
So Friday my family went to Italy. The whole Italy trip is a complicated and dangerous subject, and I won’t get into it! You can’t make me! The bottom line is they all went and I did not. Which I thought I was totally over because after all I had six months to get used to the idea; they were going on my birthday (well, okay, two days before) and I was a little sad about that, but it’s not like I usually see my family members on my birthday anyway, so whatever. When they originally made these plans I hadn’t known we were going to move, so feeling set apart from them in our New New Jersey-ness didn’t help my feelings about the trip, and on my birthday I found that I was perhaps more upset about it than I had anticipated (read: wept until I thought I might throw up). And yes, I know, we moved two hours away, it’s not like we live in Alaska, OMG GET OVER YOURSELF, but wow, I felt sorry for myself that day.
And that night! I started losing my hearing! And by Monday morning my right ear was throbbing and shooting pains were radiating into my brain and also! Peeing felt like I was being stabbed in the pelvic region, and we all know what that means, don’t we, girls? So I call my nice New Jersey doctor, who calls in antibiotic drops for my poor ear and antibiotics for my poor bladder and I stagger around yesterday feeling like a steaming pile of dung, but as I pointed out to my husband, at least I can’t hear my screams when I’m trying to pee!
I woke up today fully expecting to 1) feel better and 2) there’s no #2, but in fact my bladder feels worse, and I went to see my doctor! And he says! That! I need another antibiotic for my ear because I have a more serious infection than he previously thought, and that it seems my bladder infection might be resistant to these antibiotics, and I really should see a female urologist as I get bladder infections if I look at a cup of coffee or if I even say the word “tampon,” and I’m sitting on the examining table hearkening back in my mind to my bladder surgery when I was ten, and please oh pleeease don’t make me do that again, and I want my mommy! But I don’t tell the doctor that! Because I think he would have climbed on a plane to go get her!
But then I was waiting in the waiting room (where you wait) for the doctor to provide me with yet another passel of prescriptions (does my local pharmacist believe that I have the clap? Oh, yes he does) and while I’m waiting, the man sitting next to me is talking on his cell phone about his medical problem. And he says, “I’m calling about my swollen bone.”
And I started to laugh. And I couldn’t stop. I’m hiding behind More magazine (because I’m not over 40 yet, but it’s only a THREE YEARS AWAY) and he keeps saying it. “I’m just not getting relief with this swollen bone. This swollen bone is really a distraction for me. I’d really appreciate it if you could get your hands on my swollen bone.”
He didn’t really say that last part, but my god—thank you, sir. I’m sure your condition is painful, but it brought me joy.










May 30, 2006
Reader Comments (81)
XOXOXO
And thanks to everyone on the pee-after-sex tip - the things they don't teach in sex ed!
I also keep Cystex handy just in case - it's an antibacterial pill with an analgesic and it's available over the counter.
Feel better soon, Alice, and happy belated birthday!!
swollen bone?
damn it...now I'm going to be thinking about this for the rest of the week.
Hope the infections clear up rapidly, poor girl.
And Happy Birthday!!!
I hope you feel better, and happy belated birthday!
Also, being ill while in a foreign country with foreign tongues and the most apalling approach to driving I had ever seen is not fun either.
I hope you get better soon.
I know we're supposed to "just let it go," but that's unrealistic. Make a friend write the entry and you post it. Your public deserves to know.
I sure hope you feel better soon. I guess we’ll be the ones drinking watered-down tea at Blogher.
As for Italy, I think we can safely assume Alice wasn’t kidding when she said she doesn’t want to talk about it.
There is no sorrow to match watching them all happy and joyful and excited while you sit grumpily in the corner feeling sorry for yourself. I know. I feel your pain. Let's eat gelato.
Also - it sounds nutty, but I haven't had to get medical treatment for one, single ear infection once I made it a habit to sing in the shower - hard on the family, but better for the eustachian tubes or something...
Happy Birthday Alice!
Have you tried Uristat or AZO Standard for the burning? WARNING: Wear a pantyliner (sweet jesus I'm telling a stranger on the Internet to wear a pantyliner) or it'll stain your panties AND NEVER EVER EVER take it on an empty stomach.
Feel better!