The nurse said, Is there pressure in your ears? and I said, no. Then it’s just a cold, or the first days of a really bad flu. Stay home; call us tomorrow if there’s pressure in your ears.
So I stay home today, sleeping. I file a motion for continuance in a trial set tomorrow. I drink hot tea. I eat toast. I try to read but the pages blur.
About six o’clock, the pressure in my ears starts.
But I’m not complaining. Except for feeling like a truck ran over me and this pressure in my ears, I’m doing fairly well.
Back to sleep. Perchance to dream.
It’s the eighteenth day of the twenty-fifth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.