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As a kid, I had frequent ear infections. I *still* remember being a toddler, having that mask come over my face to send me to unconscious bliss just before the ear tube surgery. That is probably my earliest memory. They were saying something to me about crayons…

Years later, growing up, I would get them and in the middle of the night I would take my guys, my pink and white blanket and sneak into (tip toe!) my parents’ bedroom to lay on the floor. I have no idea what this accomplished except make me at least a little comforted that I had someone there. My mom always woke up and sat with me for a while.

Anyway, about eight years ago I had another surgery to repair a deviated septum which was believed to assist in relieving the frequency of infections. I am not sure if it worked, or if I grew out of them a bit, but since then I’ve had only two. One happened in 2004 while I lived in Virginia, and the second is happening right now.

I don’t ever remember having *both* ears affected at the same time. Usually, it only occurs in my right side. Tonight I went out with Morgan but didn’t last more than three hours as I felt my ears slowly close… and then ache. It honestly feels like someone is stabbing me in both ear canals.

I tell you that I am fine with being by myself when I’m not well, unless I’m sick with this shit. All I want right now is to be at home with my mom. (Or have the BG make me soup.)

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.