Last week I woke up with a dull pain in my ear. â€œSurely I couldnâ€™t have an ear infection,â€ I thought to myself as I went about my day, â€œthatâ€™s something my little sister used to get when she was five.â€ As spent three days in ignorance, allowing the bacteria festering in my aural cavity to feast on my flesh. Growing stronger, they staged a rebellion and tried to take over my body and soul. Luckily, I outwitted them by going to the doctor.
The problem is – they sent me to a pediatrician! I know that the words â€œear infectionâ€ sound like I have a juvenile kind of disease, but come on! Do I really have to stare at freakinâ€™ Disney wallpaper and read Highlights magazine for an hour in the waiting room just to get some antibiotics? Oh, wait, I like those things. Gumdrops, can I go to the doctor with you for Isabellaâ€™s next checkup?
Long story short, Iâ€™ve been fighting against the evil colony of ear goblins for the past week, and Iâ€™m excited to report that major operations in Iraqâ€¦.erâ€¦.my ear are over!