I know for the past couple of days all of you have been on the edge of your seat after reading Monday's post {April 19th} that can only be best described as a thrilling cliff-hanger! A nail biter! I know this because of the all comments I received! In total: 5. To those 5 readers I present to you the final chapter.
To review:
Because of what I had said, I couldn't believe what I had done: My sister, who was angry at me for uttering the words that I did to HK was trying to calm her down because she was all in a panic believing she actually would be boarding a flight back home and then there was me, the Princess with the flu trying to apologize to both of them AND if that wasn't enough all 3 of us were shouting at the top of our lungs! God knows why I was shouting since neither HK and “A” had trouble with their hearing. It was quite a sight. Had there been an outsider watching they would think they were not in a home but in a mental ward. Everyone was shouting and yes it was all my fault. Go ahead, point the finger at me. And....then....it...happened.....
And then IT happened. What exactly happened and what exactly is "IT?" I'll tell you next week. I'm only kidding. There's no way to really put it other than I got sick. Right there in the midst of all the verbal chaos that was caused by me, I got sick. It came pouring out without any warning. Splash on the ceramic floors. Yeah it wasn't a pretty sight. Everyone was silent for a good couple of seconds. HK spoke:
"Oh missy you go lye down and I clean up."
Well at least one good thing came out of "it." Me getting sick put an end to all the shouting.
An hour after "it" occurred Doc-boy finally paid a visit. When he sat next to me I noticed his socks. They were black with bright yellow smiley faces all over. My first thought was he desperately needs a wardrobe consultant. Even though they absolutely didn't go with his outfit I thought they were kind of cute.
8 years of medical school and the first thing he asked:
"You're not feeling well?"
No doctor I called you over for kicks! I'm just feeling dandy! Good grief what do you think?!" I was feeling so cranky that day. I didn't say that of course but I did say it in my mind. I gave him a rundown of my ailments in particular my ears.
After a thorough examination the final diagnosis was, Eustachian Tube Disorder. In plain language that translates simply as, Ear Infection. Some frigging virus made its' way into my ear canal. As he was writing me a prescription {and secretly hoping whatever drug he was going to prescribe was loaded with codeine} HK was hoovering over him. Just as Doc-Boy was about to hand me the prescription she said in a sing-songy way:
"Vodka work better."
Good grief! HK would not let go of this supposed miracle cure. Originally “A” wanted to hire a housekeeper from a British Agency. I flat out said NO. Hmm, if I recall I may have said the word “HELL” in front of the word “NO.” A stuffy, uptight English person with no sense of humor? Please! I'm already related to one. Did I really want another one of them in my house? No worries, I'm just teasing. Except for being English my sister possesses none of those other qualities....at least most of the time she doesn't. After HK had said her words she returned back into the kitchen. The doctor looked at me and asked:
“What did she say?”
Rather than give him a reply I decided to ask him a question. I wanted to know how long it would take for my hearing to go back to normal? I was assured within a few days I would begin to feel better.
Fast forward to last Friday. The doctor was right. I was improving and felt better. The headache and sinus pain was gone and more importantly the painful drumming in my ear had decreased and as for my hearing, I could hear people but it was more of a muffled like tone. I stayed in Friday night and decided to watch “The Hurt Locker.” Because my hearing had not 100% returned I had the volume on the TV high. How high you ask? It was set at 47 which is pretty damn near ear shattering to someone whose ears aren’t blocked. “A” was in the den doing some work and I’m guessing all the loud action from the movie was bothering her. She came out and asked:
“Is it absolute necessary for you to watch it that loud?!”
Pointing to my ears I replied,
“Hello?! Have you forgot?!”
“Can't you go downstairs or in your room and watch the movie?!”
“No! I feel like sitting here!”
Picking up the remote “A” turned down the volume. The fluorescent green bars on the TV screen slowly vanished one by one until there were only 9 bars left. I complained that I could hardly hear a thing! Her brilliant solution? She turned on the Closed Captions and exited the room with the remote in her hand! Seriously that ticked me off for 2 reasons:
1} I dislike watching TV with the C.C. and she knew that. I find that I'm paying more attention reading and not what's happening on the screen.
2} Her taking the remote. At this point you maybe asking yourself why not just walk over to the television and turn off the C.C. and turn the volume back up? Oh if only it was that simple. For starters the TV is mounted pretty high up on the wall and 2nd the masterminds at Samsung not only decided to make the control buttons the size of a spec but they decided to place them on the top base part of the TV.
Honestly, what was her reason for taking the remote? Did she think I was going to turn the volume back up? I swear sometimes when she looks at me I feel she still sees me as that pudgy, little 5 year old girl. And perhaps this is why: With the C.C. on I decided to read the words on the screen out loud. I'm not sure if I was being childish or just plain cheeky but her taking possession of the remote bugged me! Man, if only I had a megaphone it would have been perfect! I wasn't as loud as volume 47 but I was loud enough for sister to come back out and pay me another visit. Trying to keep a straight face I asked,
“Did you miss me?”
“Are you going to continue to read out loud every single word?”
“Maybe,” I replied.
Sister went into the kitchen and opened up one of the cabinets and returned back with a packet of Sucrets. Placing them down on the coffee table in front of me she said,
“Okay, then I suggest you suck on a Sucrets. You just got over your sore throat. I wouldn't want you getting another one darling.”
She then left shutting the door to the den behind her. I suppose I don't have to tell you which one out of us won that battle. I was forced to watch the rest of the movie on volume 9. I didn't so much watch it as I did read it.
Fast foward 2 days later to Sunday April 18th.
Sunday afternoon I sneezed. This was not an ordinary sneeze. It was extraordinary, in fact it was so extraordinary that even Sneezy from Snow White and The 7 Dwarfs would be proud. So why I am babbling on about a sneeze? Yes my lovelies the wait is finally over. The answer.....wait! The question is worth repeating:
So why I am babbling on about a sneeze?
Alrighty here it comes:
Thanks to that one sneeze my ears popped and just like that I could hear again.
See my lovelies, I told you it was an “extraordinary sneeze.” You know there's a saying,“Health Is Wealth.” Let me tell you how very true that is.
Now that I am well, peace and calmness has finally returned to my household.
No one is shouting at the top of their lungs.
The TV is set at a comfortable volume and most importantly,
I did not send my housekeeper back to Southeast Asia. She is currently still happily residing here in North America.
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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday. I made it to the end of the week.
Whatever your plans are have a twinkling weekend.-x
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
