I asked Dad to pick up some drops for earaches on his way home and he did, and some expensive allergy/antihistamine pills, and some saline nose rinse too. And then he went and found me one of the heating pads to use. And apparently after I’d fallen asleep, he came back downstairs to turn off my light. So that’s really really nice.
No eardrum explosions I think. My ears still don’t feel right, but they’re about 10000 times less painful than they were before. I could probably get through a day at work, but I’d be miserable and I just really don’t want to deal with that. I’ll probably just go back to sleep and get up at my normal time and go through the motions of getting ready and then see how I feel. $100 is a lot of money but then again if I’m miserable, I don’t care how much money it is.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to wake up screaming in the middle of the night because my eardrum’s burst from all the pressure. But I wouldn’t mind that so much because afterwards surely there will be SOME relief, right?
I’m not good at ear problems. This is maybe the second or third one I’ve ever dealt with. Give me a face full of stuffed-up sinuses any day, because I feel helpless and childish and this is just no good.
Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?
Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.
But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.
A boy and a girl run around on the grass at the park. The boy tackles the girl. The girl laughs. She gets up and runs away. She loves to run. He chases, she turns and they grab each other, tumble and land in a pile, giggling. After a few minutes, he tackles her again and she lands a bit hard. She is bigger and physical, but he more than holds his own in roughhousing. She pauses for a second. Then she laughs again; she’s still having fun.
Dad gets his attention, and says, “If she’s not having fun, you have to stop.”
He is two. He needs to hear this now, and so does she. And again, and again, and again, so that like wearing a helmet on the bike it is ingrained.
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.