Today has just been one of those days. You know, the kind that suck. Nothing major, just lots of aggravation and a general feeling of things not going my way.
Decided to go to the doctor after all. So I got on the bus, made my way on the hot, sticky walk up to the stupid clinic, signed in. They said it would be an hour wait [it was an hour and a half]. So, I went to Cronigs and spent 3.75 on a vitamin water and some cherries because I wanted something to munch on. Sat outside the clinic and listened to music for a while. This was all good. The wait was annoying, but whatever. My ear was going to be all better. Went back inside at 1 because that's when they told me I should come back. They were busy and everybody in there was cranky and there were three little kids bopping around and they were cute but kinda loud. Waited another half hour or so, then they finally called my name. Yay. Told them about my blocked ear and my weird foot thing. They looked at me ear to make sure it wasn't an infection or anything. Then they tried to flush it out with a solution of water and something, which is supposed to get the wax out and make it all better. It wasn't like the waterpik routine I used to endure at my old doctor's - they just squeeze the bottle and the water squirts out - so at least it didn't hurt. But it did nothing, of course, because that would be too easy. I also got soaking wet because it was dripping all over the place. So they tell me that I have to go buy some ear drops (they're not prescription or anything). Yeah, okay, I've already tried TWO kinds of ear drops and they've only made it worse. They told me to use them for a few days (oh, in BOTH ears because apparently the good one is just on the verge of blocking) and then come back to have it flushed out again if they don't work. Then they looked at my foot. "I have no idea," says the doctor. His best advice is that it has something to do with my shoes. My very plain and simple everyday flipflops which really have nothing on them (especially on the bottoms) that would irritate my foot. And the problem is ONLY on one foot. I asked him who I should see about it, then, and he rattles off the name of some guy who I won't be able to get an appointment with until the fall (great, I won't be here). He didn't even SAY anything about my dead toenail and the weird dry skin on that toe.
And then, of course, they charged me the lovely 20 dollar co-payment which left me with like $70 in my bank account (I haven't gotten my paycheck yet). Bullshit, I know it's only 20 bucks but it's so annoying because they didn't fix ANYTHING. And I bet they'll charge me again when I go back on wednesday. And i have no idea what to do about my stupid fucking foot. It's getting worse and there's nobody on this island that can do anything about it.
(What's wrong with my foot, by the way, is that the skin is peeling away on the bottom. And it's all itchy. And red and irritated and gross.)
Mom said she'd try to pick up the ear drops for me if she has time. I hope she remembers.
I got home, and I was hungry, so I decided to cook up the baby corn and zucchini Mom had bought from cronigs the other day. A nice healthy lunch, right? They turned out horrible. I should have just steamed them or something but I stupidly tried to sautee them with olive oil and they just came out gross. But I ate them anyway because I didn't want to waste them. And now I feel sick. And it's that kind of sick where all you want to do is throw up so the feeling will go away but you can't because you're stomach isn't actually upset enough, so it just lingers.