Stupid Cotton Swabs!
Yes, I am a bit late today. I am allowed to do this. It is only my blog, and I am sure that I am my biggest reader! However, I want to share why. A few days ago––two months, says my boyfriend who is better with numbers than I'm––I was poking my ears with a cotton swab in an attempt to clean it. The swab stick came back without the cotton part. I tried to get it out of my ear with a hair pin. Then I ignored it when I failed. It felt uncomfortable for a bit, but I can be stubborn too, so I just kept ignoring it. Then my friend told me about her current pain due to some ear wax situation, and I thought I would finally go to the hospital, but I, of course, did not. I told my boyfriend, and he gave me "a look" but didn't attempt to get me to do anything. I think he knew it would be useless.
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On Saturday, I was talking to my Ma, and let it slipped that I had a little ball of cotton stuck in my ear. The woman went psycho on me. "What?!" She asks in anger "Why haven't you gotten it removed? What are you waiting for? How long has it been in there? You better get it out tomorrow!" Man, my Ma knows how to get it going. I told her it's only been in there for a few days. And because Sunday was a weekend, I managed to convince her that I will do it on Monday. But then Monday was only MLK Jnr. Day and Obama's Second sworn in, so I promised to do it today! And that's where I was this morning. In the emergency room with a ball of yarn, and a book of poetry (It takes forever in there. This is the real reason why I hate going to the hospital: it takes too long!) I crocheted a bit, then read a bit, so the wait was pleasant.
This is why I am here later. I hope your day was much more interesting. Tomorrow, I will tell you about my first time at the opera! Until then, later mates!