Woke up in the midst of an anxiety dream about having left my ear re-dressing too long that my ear dropped off. I'm told the top ridge of my left ear has basically gone, thanks to bouncing along the tarmac about a week and a half ago now. Focussed my eyes slowly and realised I had just a couple of hours to get to the hospital for my rescheduled Ear, Nose and Throat clinic appointment.
Checked the car in detail for the things that one is supposed to (oil and water, mainly, as the tyres had just been replaced, although looking at one tyre later it looks as though I should maybe have checked that as well) and set off for the hospital, following the sat-nav, which of course sent me to the wrong entrance, so I had to retrace my steps to get to the right bit. Then I spent a while driving around looking for a parking space.
Eventually I saw someone preparing to leave, and lurked to swoop down on her space when she left. As I turned to go into the space I needed to straighten up, but people were being particularly stupid in this car park. I don't know whether it was something about being close to casualty giving a kind of laissez-faire attitude, but they seemed determined to have an accident. There were 5mph signs plastered around the very tight car park but people were still screeching around it. One man stopped far too close for me to be able to move out, and I had to wave frantically at him to go past for ages before he got it, and then another woman nearly drove straight into me as I reversed back slowly, then having the cheek to honk her horn at me. I nearly got out and gave her a mouthful, but I was anxious about being late for my appointment anyway.
Having parked at the wrong end of the car park I shuffled with my painful foot to the clinic, where annoyingly I sat for about half an hour waiting to be seen. Annoying both because I had thought I was late, and I realised I had left my mobile in the car, so I was both bored without it and anxious for its safety.
I was eventually seen by a very junior doctor, who told me it was infected (I'd guessed it would become so, I'd asked for antibiotics on several occasions without success) and proved to be yet another nonplussed as to how to dress an ear. I'll grant it's an awkward thing, but if you're working in the ENT department you should be good at it, surely? Oh, well. I still haven't seen the state of it as yet, but at this stage I'm kind of resigned to having a funny-looking ear from now on. Could be worse. I'll put it down as a being windswept and interesting thing. Happened when I was fighting pirates. Or werewolves. Or aliens. Something like that. Leave it with me, I'll think of something.
Went and bought myself a pair of shoes on the way back to cheer myself up. And ordered a load of clothes from a catalogue sale when I got home. Fuck it, if I'm being made to go into debt again I might as well have some fun on it. If you'd have told me five years ago that buying shoes and clothes could become a fun thing I'd have laughed in your face.
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