In nearly every sense of the word, I am trapped. The flight home from England was fine - I was lucky to be booked on two of the few flights that weren't cancelled by American Airlines this weekend. Whew! But as the plane began its descent into my home airport, an incredible pressure began building in my ears. Yawning, chewing gum, shifting my jaw from side to side - nothing worked. By the time the wheels grazed the tarmac lightning bolts of pain were shooting up and down the sides of my face and neck, causing me to hold my head and moan.
I managed to make it to the baggage claim area and hail a taxi for the midnight ride home. I apologized to the very friendly driver for not being able to hear a word he was saying and concentrated on not losing my airplane food-dinner in the back seat. By Saturday morning, Bubba had to drive me to our local urgent care facility because I was so dizzy and nauseous I couldn't stand at all by myself. The pain was so intense I was ready to claw the skin off of my face. The lovely doctor dropped numbing drops into my ear canals, gave me an antibiotic and some Vicodin as well as a shot to stop the dry heaves, and said I'd feel better in a few days. Probably. As she peered into my ears with her otoscope, she drew in a sharp breath and said, "Wow - these nearly ruptured! There is a lot of blood behind those eardrums."
It's Monday. I have no appetite and the food I do put into my mouth tastes very odd. I can get my right ear to pop in small crackles several times a day, but my left ear feels as though it has completely disappeared from my face. I can't hear much of anything unless it happens to be a high-pitched noise such as the dog barking or the microwave beeping. Those particular noises have me climbing the walls. I can't stand for more than five minutes at a time without the room spinning around me and now and then sharp spikes of pain jab me in the ear.
The good news is that the girls have been refraining from fighting with each other all weekend so that their shrieks don't hurt my ears. Bubba has been a terrific nurse, taking the girls to school and packing their lunches, making sure I have Gatorade and ice chips and don't have to answer the phone. The dog is my faithful companion, as are the two lovely kitties who missed me while I was away, and I'm not expected to do much.
As nice as that all is/was, I'm a little bored and terrifically frustrated at this point, so if you have any extra healing ju-ju, please send it this way so I can get on with it. Thanks!