I have had an intermittent buildup of fluid behind my left ear drum for a couple of months, and tried using decongestants get rid of it, as well as having one of my colleagues box my ears in a special way that somehow is supposed to realign the eustachian tubes so they drain. It didn’t work. I couldn’t hear much out of my left ear, and couldn’t even listen to the phone with the receiver to my left ear. I finally went to the doctor this week when both ears were water logged, since I couldn’t hear much out of either ear. Why did I wait to get medical attention for this? I knew how it would be treated, and the treatment would render me goofy.
Prednisone it the treatment of choice for this condition, and I get giddy when I take it. I start telling jokes. I get expansive. It is embarrassing. I warned my coworkers about it. They were less than supportive and just laughed and said they probably wouldn’t notice much since they found me goofy most of the time anyway. Rat finks!
On Thursday night at the Maundy Thursday service, we have a tradition of people washing one another’s hands. The two women serving as assisting ministers went back and forth with large white china pitchers of clean water for the hand washing ewers. They wore their typical white assisting minister robes. That they reminded me of Grecian nymphs bearing water pitchers was probably not such a strange thought, but did I really have to mention it to one of them (my attorney, in fact ) when she came over to me in the choir to share the Peace? Probably not. She told me, after she said “Peace be with you ” that I must be psychotic.
I only have a seven days worth of pills. I hope I don’t get goofier. I also hope the water drains.
Tell about times you were goofy.