Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Screeching to a halt

Crap. Crap crap crap.

It's the day after my second pool dive, and I've just come from the doctor, who has informed me that I have blown a hole in my ear drum.

I had a hard time getting the doctor to say much more. I went to an Instacare place and apparently cattle are not allowed to ask too many questions. He gave me prescriptions, told me to see a specialist, and tried to send me on my way.

I kept asking questions, which he'd answer in triple time as he side-stepped toward the door. I won't be returning to this particular Instacare place.

What about scuba? For at least two weeks, it isn't a possiblity, he told me, and then it would be up to the specialist. Crap crap crap.

Now what?

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