It was 6am when I woke up for the eighth time in as many hours and started researching homeopathic remedies for an earache. I can't remember the last time I had an earache, and I think I would, because, god dammit, they are PAINFUL. Especially when you are trying to sleep for more than two consecutive hours.
I was 11am when I finally got out of bed and threw half an onion in the microwave.
It was 11:30am when I opened the door for Kristie, she of the 2-week-long breakup that is finally coming to a head, with half a warm onion strapped to my ear with a headband.
It was 11:40am when I took the onion off and started drinking lemon tea infused with raw garlic and honey.
It was noon when I poured peroxide down my ear canal and giggled while it fizzled.
It was 12:14pm when I dropped colloidal silver down my ear canal.
It was 4:30pm when I finally called the fucking doctor to get some fucking antibiotics because, god dammit, I have a high threshold for pain (see: walking on a broken foot for two weeks before going to the doctor), but this--this is misery.