…My ear ache has gone from bad to worse.
It has completely ruined my birthday.
Went to see the doctor this morning [for an emergency appointment].
When we went in the doctor said straight away:
“It’s not exactly a Saturday morning emergency is it?”
“Well, I didn’t know if it was infected or not, did I,” Mum snapped back.
The doctor replied that it was NOT a Saturday morning emergency and to
carry on taking the ear drops which I have been for the last three days.
Basically, the doctor didn’t say anything useful.
So we just walked out.
What an UTTER UTTER UTTER PIG.
Mum was nearly crying as we were driving home.
I wish I could somehow get that doctor.
When Mum was feeling better she went out and bought me a comic.
Later I put up my new thermometer on the fence in the garden, but
I dropped it and broke one of the parts.
I hate everything.
Nothing ever goes right for me…
A measure of how this experience affected me is the fact I quote verbatim from the appointment at the surgery.
I hardly ever did that in my early diaries.
My ear infection seemed like the biggest thing in the world at the time. As you can see, I found it hard to put it into a proper perspective. But then I literally couldn’t put life into proper perspective, seeing as my voice was resonating almost entirely inside my own head.
The next few days are a bit bleak, so I’ll pick up the blog again once the self-pity and the waterworks have subsided.