Guys! I’m feeling much better! After a week of misery, I finally dragged myself off to the doctor, and told her about the ears and the sore throat and the fever and the non-arc of this affliction, so it must be an infection and I need some serious meds and oh my I feel terrible and–
“Your right ear looks normal.”
Well, the pain is mostly on the left side, and–
“Your left ear is fine, too.”
But, but, fever! And pain! In my ears! I’m a swimmer!
“I’ll just do a strep test, then.”
You know the end of this story. The test was negative. My ears were fine. Diagnosis: “Viral blah-blah.” Her words.
“Don’t put that on the internet or anything.”
I wouldn’t dream of it.
The next day, the very next day, I was much improved. Enough that I headed out for a quick dinner with a friend, and posed in my boss Mike Tyson T-shirt in front of one of Midtown Detroit’s dwindling number of corner stores:
This time next year it’ll be an artisanal paper store, or something. Just you wait.
But now the hour is growing late, and I want to go to bed. A couple quick links:
This was on Slate Plus, and I’m not a member, but I was able to open it: Is Trump experiencing cognitive decline? Yet another examination of the StatNews piece a couple weeks back.
Let’s hope the weekend heals me fully. Have a good one, all.