I am in bed. It's later than I intended. I always intend to be in bed by 2200 but rarely make it before 0100. At least now I'm here before midnight.
I have an earache. Don't know why. It came out of nowhere and I'm baffled by the rapidity and the pain. I've tried various homeopathic remedies: neosporin, hydrogen peroxide, coconut oil, apple-cider vinegar. This evening, I sat quietly in front of the television, watching episodes of "The Man in The High Castle" because it hurt too much to go for a run, tidy things up, or do analysis. I'd strapped a chemical handwarmer to my head with a scarf, turban-style. The heat seemed to give some relief.
On the phone, Willem said, "try an onion". And he was sincere. I put an onion heart in my ear canal but he said, "don't be shy. Cut an onion. Put half of it on your ear. It will be better tomorrow morning."
"I have no shame," I replied.
"I have no guarantees," he said. Then he called his mom to get the exact instructions.
So here I am, gauze filled poultice of onion strapped to my ear with a scarf. Trying to sleep.
The day has been an ugly one. I need sleep. With an onion.
