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I was thinking this morning about how I used to have this really annoying problem: I was always out of clean socks. Somehow, I just went through them all and would end up having to do laundry before I would have otherwise. However, as I was doing laundry this morning, I realized I don’t have that problem anymore. I solved it in two ways:

1. I bought six more pairs of socks, bringing my sock drawer to maximum capacity.
2. I started wearing sandals on a daily basis.

So now, instead of having to do laundry superoften just to get clean socks, I have a drawer stuffed full of socks I never wear (except to exercise). I’m not really sure if that counts as a step forward. More of a lateral move, really.

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I had a doctor’s appointment this morning to check on my eardrum. For those that don’t remember or are simply new to the fan club, I blew out my left eardrum swimming last summer. Since my hearing never fully returned in that ear, I was worried the ear hadn’t fully healed, and since I was hoping to go swimming tonight/tomorrow with the family/friends at the KOA, I thought I should consult a doctor and have my ear consoled.

The good: Even though my eardrum ~looks~ like it still has a bit o’ hole in it, it responds well to the pressure test (don’t remember what it’s called… I mentally referred to it as the earoblowoscopy), meaning there’s probably a thin flap o’ drum protecting my brain from the elements. Meaning, I can swim.

The bad: My hearing is still… well, my hearing. It sucks. The doctor actually referred to it as “really shitty”. I like forthright doctors. :) He also suggested I get earplugs for swimming (just in case) and I’m not to be diving (why tempt the aquagods?). He also strongly recommends I set up an appointment with an ear/nose/throat specialist in August, when my new insurance kicks in.

The ugly: He’s referring me to a specialist because my hearing is, apparently, really bad. Like, worse than regular-type bad. The doc said that I couldn’t hear him rubbing his fingers together from three inches away with my eyes closed. Personally, I’m not sure how often that particular skill would come in handy, but whatever. :) He also said I should probably look into getting hearing augmentation (aka hearing aids) since, you know, I’m having a hard time hearing human voices these days. On the plus side, I’m getting better at reading lips. He also said I still have cool scars in my ears from whatever was done to them when I was younger.

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Remember Cute Office Girl from post previous? Of course you do! Well, she eventually left (they always do), putting a damper on the rest of my afternoon. Then I got on the bus to go home, and she was there. Yay. I sat next to her, and after about five minutes, even worked up the courage to speak. We had a nice conversation. Turns out she’s older than me, though an undergrad. She’s a triple!major* in philosophy, sociology, and visual communication. She says she just wants to write novels. I said I was an English major, and that I didn’t plan to write novels, but instead hoped to do something with visual communication. It was fun conversation all around. I got off the bus and only then realized I forgot to check her left hand for a ring. Stupid Robbie. She was in the office again yesterday, but she kept her right side to me and I didn’t get a chance to talk to her before I left for a looong lunch with SocBuddy Nick (I had a yummy lamb stew at the African restaurant on Lincoln (Oleka Te, I think) followed by happy, hoppy refreshments at Bali Satay).

I’ll be leaving this afternoon, Lisa in tow, for the KOA, where I hope to drink, laugh, and be tanning. I wish you a good weekend. You should wish the thunderclouds away from me.

* Exclamatory!Conjunction borrowed from Monica. I love the form.