What, am I Six Years Old?

I woke up this morning to the God Awful sound of ringing in my ears. The entire right side of my head was throbbing, and I was apparently talking really loudly because Mike was afraid I had gone deaf overnight. As I came to full consciousness after a Nyquil-assisted sleep (I’ve been suffering from a cold the last week), I realized my ear was either attacked by needles overnight, or I had some serious fluid build-up.

“CAN WE GO TO THE DOCTOR?”
“Why are you yelling, Paige?”
“MY EAR. IT HURTS. CAN WE GO TO THE DOCTOR?”
“Sure.”
“WHAT?”

That’s how the morning went in the Maguire household. We had that conversation at least five times. I didn’t see the point in asking a neighbord to watch Dash, so we took him with us to the clinic and waited about two hours to be seen. By this time, Dash had mopped the floor with his head and I was 90% sure that my eardrum was torn. All the while, Mike sat next to me, on my right side (the side with the broken ear), asking me questions.

“You ok?”
“WHAT?”
“ARE YOU OK?”
“Yes, don’t yell please.”

Apparently my right ear is infected. Finally I understand why Dash was being so insane when he was suffering from constant infections. It’s so terrible, I’m seriously considering having my ear removed. Besides, I haven’t had an ear infection since I was 5. FIVE. It isn’t fair! What kind of adult gets an ear infection?