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Say What?


Spent all of last week in the pool.  From an hour after rising until three or so hours before bed, I could be found frolicking in one of the three pools offered by Yachtsman Resorts in Myrtle Beach, S.C.  Oh, it was wondrous.   Rarely am I more daring, more graceful, more alive than when I am surrounded by water that I imagine that I can control.  Flips and dives, throwing my legs over the side to bend backwards and downwards along the pool walls until I am hanging upside down, surrounded by a cloud of red hair…I become a mermaid.  I can do things with a pool noodle that defy the imagination, like standing on one foot and appearing to “stand on water”.  I walk the center line rope like an acrobat.  Glorious!

Yeah, it’s all fun and games ’til someone loses an ear.  That’s right, folks.  Now I cannot hear out of my right ear, and every time I blow my nose, it sounds like blowing bubbles through a straw.  That wouldn’t be so bad, after all I expect it will go away, if it didn’t hurt like hell at night.  See, I sleep on my right side, and no matter what position I fall asleep in, I wake up on my right side.  Head pounding, inner ear swelling, hurts all the way down my neck.  

I’ve never had this problem before.  I’ve also never had a mom who knows how to explain the little home remedies and tricks that usually come from the parental units.  I have no idea what to do about this except to suffer in uncomfortable silence.  I tried a little peroxide to see if I could “burn” it out.  Interesting experience listening to your brain go off like an Alka Seltzer (sp).

I am forced to ask myself, “Was it worth it?”  I suppose in many ways it was.  But I am also forced to ask, “How the hell long does this last?”

Woe is me with my thousand dollar vacation and watered out inner ear.  I have one month to figure this out before I am faced with another week-long pool experience at Shenandoah Crossing’s Blue-Green Resort.  I think I shall learn from this experience and invest in some ear plugs!


About Lore Wilde

Writer of horror and flash fiction, student, fast pitch softball mom. Lover of the internet and the gym (strange combo). Always on Spotify jamming out, on a nature trail, in the water, on a trip, cooking, writing, at a live concert, exercising, yoga, meditiating. Prone to sarcastic rants, telling ghost stories, bitching about money or having perpetual fun. Interested in hanging out with creative, kewl people with stories to share. I adore writers...professional, published, or "just for fun". I read a lot, write a lot, and type faster than Hell burns.

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