I can't hear you - Part II

Eh. Only little kids are supposed to get ear infections. Yet for some reason, this is the second time in two years I've gotten one. And I never got them when I was little. Doesn't make a lot of sense. And now I'm really annoying to be around because I can't hear anything and am constantly scrunching my face up yelling "Huh?" or "What?" like an 80-year-old man.

I went to the doctor on Friday and was given a prescription for the diarrhea-inducing antibiotic Omnicef, but couldn't bring myself to start taking it until last night. Kim, her mom, and I had a winery trip planning for Saturday and you're not supposed to mix antibiotics with alcohol so I had to wait to take it. I mean, really. Given the option of canceling my wine-tasting or postponing treatment to make my throbbing ear stop throbbing, I'll choose the latter every time. You see where my priorities lie. The wine wins out hands down. Plus, if you drink enough wine, you stop feeling the throbbing altogether.

Obscene close-up of my profile courtesy of Kim. You can sort of see up my nose.