Talk to the Good Ear

So despite the fact that I'm almost thirty (gulp) one, I somehow managed to get an ear infection. For some reason, I always think of ear infections as a child's illness and therefore, I should be exempt. And I really think I should be exempt from any and all illnesses that occur when it's nearly 100 degrees outside. I went to the pharmacy after my doctor appointment this morning and as I walked outside at 10am it was already almost 90. I usually don't mind the heat but with the fever I had, it felt like my whole body was cooking...especially when I got into my black car. Stupid black car.

I've been bored out of my gourd at home today. When I wasn't sleeping I managed to catch up on some Days of our Lives. I don't watch the show regularly but I did catch a few episodes when I was on vacation at Christmas and it turns out that I haven't really missed much in the last six months. I read my usual blogs but not nearly enough people updated today so that was a bust. I made an attempt to organize my photos on-line in albums but I got lazy. I read a few magazines I picked up at Walgreens while waiting for my rx. I painted my nails (Coney Island Cotton Candy by OPI) and gave myself a facial (Kiehl's Rare-Earth Face Masque). And I woke up from another nap in time for Oprah. Food doesn't sound all that appealing (an excellent indicator that I am, in fact, sick, as food ALWAYS sounds appealing to me). However, I did manage to have a delicious snack - a bowlful of cherries and iced Pellegrino. I'm craving some Whole Foods chicken noodle soup but it is entirely too hot outside for that. So I'll just sit around complaining about my lot in life to you poor people. Anyone have suggestions for comfort food that is suitable for consumption in Sahara-like conditions?

In happier news (see, I'm not all doom and gloom today) it appears that I've been lied to. It wouldn't seem that being lied to would fall into the "happier news" category but it does. I was weighed at the doctor's this morning and guess what. I actually weigh four pounds less than what my scale at home says. I trust the doctors office scale much more than my own. My reasons for this are threefold 1) they're scale probably cost more than my $10 clearance find at Target 2) it's the doctors job to be right on these things 3) the four pounds were totally in my favor. I know four pounds doesn't seem like a big deal but for a girl who has been working really hard to take better care of herself, it's a big damn deal. Truth be told, I never really cared what the scale said so long as I liked what I saw when I looked in the mirror. But I must admit, it is quite gratifying seeing that number getting smaller. And you know what? I bet when I'm done blowing all of this snot out of my head, I could be down another pound! Over-share? Sorry. Blame the cold medicine.