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Mar. 6th, 2006 05:49 pmFinally figured out the other trigger besides stress for the swimmer's ear: sleeping on damp pillow.
Ear History
May. 10th, 2005 08:31 amSince I was 16 in the summer of 1996, I have had the bad body-habit of suddenly and for no real reason developing nasty cases of swimmer's ear for no particular reason, especially when I'm under stress. The case that summer was in both ears, and caused so much swelling that I was unable to fully close my jaw, which was bad and led to me still having problems with my jaw now.
At 4-ish last night, I noticed that my ear was starting to hurt in that distinctive way, and it was coming on fast.
I woke up about a half-hour ago in pain, and it's already difficult for me to force my jaw closed on that side because it hurts to close the jaw. Touching anywhere near the ear on that side of my face (right side, but it varies each time I get it) hurts. Turning my head hurts. It hurts when it's not disturbed either, but disturbing it hurts it worse.
Fuck. Ow.
I grab breakfast and go, before I'm completely incoherent.
At 4-ish last night, I noticed that my ear was starting to hurt in that distinctive way, and it was coming on fast.
I woke up about a half-hour ago in pain, and it's already difficult for me to force my jaw closed on that side because it hurts to close the jaw. Touching anywhere near the ear on that side of my face (right side, but it varies each time I get it) hurts. Turning my head hurts. It hurts when it's not disturbed either, but disturbing it hurts it worse.
Fuck. Ow.
I grab breakfast and go, before I'm completely incoherent.
Ow. Fuck. Ow. Goddamn. Fuck. Crappity.
Swimmer's Ear.
As soon as I get more coherent in my system, I go to the urgent care place. This is Not Good. Ow. Bleep. OW.
Hurts.
Hurts.
Hurts.
(I sound about like my sixteen-year-old self from the Princess vs. the Bardling era when my ear acts up, except my cussing vocabulary wasn't as advanced then.)
Swimmer's Ear.
As soon as I get more coherent in my system, I go to the urgent care place. This is Not Good. Ow. Bleep. OW.
Hurts.
Hurts.
Hurts.
(I sound about like my sixteen-year-old self from the Princess vs. the Bardling era when my ear acts up, except my cussing vocabulary wasn't as advanced then.)
