After proving itself impervious to several antibiotics, the ear infection wasn't getting any better, so went to the hospital - where I ended up having a little surgery... Sparing you from the bloody details, basically they had to cut behind my ear for some extirpating and scraping.
What miffed me a bit about the whole matter is that the doctor said it wouldn't leave a scar... what's the point of having a surgery if I won't get new scars to show off? Yes, this nut-case collects scars... so what?!
I stayed at a friend's home for postoperative recovery, and now I'm back. While I'm not ship-shape and Bristol fashion yet, the doctor's prognostic is that I might be able to sail away next week.
I would have told you guys this earlier, but my friend didn't had internet.
You know those who, having been mugged and stabbed, fired, dog run over, house burned down, wife eloped with best friend, daughters becoming prostitutes and their countries invaded - still say that "all is well"?
I'm obviously not one of them.
I used to have a cat when I had my own boat, and even when he got a little crazy he couldn't (wouldn't?) do more than ruin my suntan...
Then again, my skin has taken more abuse than just a suntan; by now I think it's beginning to be describable as "tanned into a sailor's leather by the sea, the wind and the sun"*...
* grossly misquoting Hemingway - I don't have the book with me.
You know those who, having been mugged and stabbed, fired, dog run over, house burned down, wife eloped with best friend, daughters becoming prostitutes and their countries invaded - still say that "all is well"?
I'm obviously not one of them.
Yes, this nut-case collects scars... so what?!
