Summer Waning Strawberry Moon
I have a pediatric illness: an ear infection. Well, of course, if I have it at 63, it’s not technically a pediatric illness, but my in-house pediatrician recognized it with her very own otoscope. I have a lot more empathy for her young crying patients now. The damn thing hurts. And right in your ear!
It’s in my left ear, which is deaf already, so it can’t do any damage to my hearing. But wow. When the pressure strums the nerve, it gets your complete attention.
I’d felt off for the last couple of days and the ear ache presented itself this morning, just as the bee guy came and the electrician who restored power to the honey house and the playhouse for Ruth and Gabe. Kate’s really good with managing pain and illness. I’m not. I’m more like a dog; I want to crawl into a kennel and sleep until its over. Fortunately, it began to drain this afternoon which relieves the pressure. No strumming after that. At least for now.
I forgot to mention that Dave Schroeder also said, “You’re not a beekeeper until you’ve been stung.” I’m a beekeeper several times over!
This afternoon and evening passed in a haze with pain and narcotics.
