This may be the longest I’ve gone without posting. I’ll just cut right to the chase. I ruptured my ear drum with a phone. Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?
By the way, bloggers, if you’ll look up in my navigation bar, you’ll see where I’m now offering my services for blog critiques and help with blog design. Which is my segue into what happened.
My very first blogger client was Linda of A La Carte. I was talking on the phone with her Tuesday trying to pin down what she wanted and other related incidentals. I looked up at the clock and saw I needed to get ready for physical therapy.
So we said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone. A regular cordless house phone. Instantly, as I took the phone away from my ear, I knew something awful had happened.
I couldn’t hear out of that ear, and pain started growing exponentially, radiating down the left side of my face.
I still drove the maybe five blocks to PT, but I was getting increasingly confused and walking like a drunk, and I don’t drink.
I got through part of PT, then things just started going really loopy. The pain became so bad tears were running down my cheeks, which scared those poor PT guys half to death.
Next thing I know Andrew has me by the arm and for some reason I’m walking down the steps outside with one foot bare holding my sock and boot.
I drove to my primary care doctor, who I’ve seen once. After today, she’s no longer on my insurance. I stood at the front desk, and literally begged to be seen. I was told there were no openings with anyone.
All I could do was hold my hand over the left side of my face, trying to squelch the pain. I continued to stand there and beg, and finally they agreed she’d see me in a bit.
She saw me and they flushed out my ear, which did not help. She said she could just see black in there. She mentioned Shingles, perhaps a burst ear drum. She told them to get me into an ear, nose and throat specialist pronto the next day, whether it was one in my insurance network or not.
Naturally they couldn’t find anyone in my network. Oh well. This was now about 5 p.m.
I managed to drive home. Thank goodness it wasn’t dark yet.
It was quite a night, spent on pain killers. Sleeping is the worst for some reason; maybe it’s lying flat. Any bit of air hurts, so I cover my ear with the covers.
I manage to get to the ENT specialist the next day, yesterday. Managed to figure out which parking garage to park in in an area of many doctors and various parking garages.
He of course looked in my ears and asked me to tell him exactly what I was doing when it happened.
Seems I did something quite rare. He said it was in the literature, but he’d never actually seen it. When I moved the phone away from my ear, a suction was created, and I literally sucked a perforation in my ear drum. I know. Sounds crazy. I just stared at him like he’d grown horns.
These words were achingly familiar. Remember the ankle surgeon telling me that the joint where my foot meets my leg had managed to cross over and fuse itself to a bone, which is hampering me from driving? He said he’d never seen it, but it was in the med school literature.
I have no desire to be the odd patient that has strange things happen. Only to be seen in med school literature.
I just stared at this very nice ENT guy, who then had me go into another room for a hearing test.
He said he’s seen this happen when someone gets hit real hard in the ear. That’s when these things normally happen. Some sort of trauma.
I have to go back in a few weeks. He said I’d be feeling the effects for up to six weeks, and hopefully I did not permanently damage anything. Sometimes I feel like I’m down in a well trying to listen to what people are saying.
All because of a regular phone.
I would be remiss if I didn’t say Happy New Year.
I’ve had my fill of doctors for awhile. I finally went to Urgent Care on Sunday and they determined I didn’t have a urinary tract infection. But the pain that still is in my right side and down into my back is there. Sometimes I feel a heaviness in my lower abdomen.
She wanted me to go to the ER for a CT scan of my lower abdomen, but I was exhausted from having been there so long, so declined. Maybe that will just work itself out. I can hope. Having to now do triage on my own body.
Talk about feeling drunk. I walk into walls. Somehow water has gotten in my ear, which affects my equilibrium. When I hear a sound, I can’t tell where it’s coming from. I hear weird noises in that ear. High-pitched and up and down the scale.
So sorry I’ve been missing a few days. Life got in the way.
Whatever you do, remember that you can rupture your eardrum due to a vacuum between your ear and the phone. And this can happen. Beware.
I tend to stay in bed, as any movement can make me feel like I’ve just stepped off a merry go round.
And as Andrew at PT told me: “You may do yoga stretching twice per day and it does wonders. But if you fall and hit your head, it will not help at all.”