Earworm

I have another ear infection. Blah. This is like my 6th one in probably as many years. I never had them as a kid (that I remember anyway). Then again, I didn't have seasonal or dust allergies as a kid either. So I'm stuck with a bum ear that hurts for a few days until the antibiotics' magic kicks in (oh sweet sweet antibiotics, how I love you!). I was amazed yesterday--when I realized that I needed to see a medical professional with legal prescription-writing power, the clinic actually had an available slot during the one hour time window that I was able to go! And I was in and out in fifteen minutes. (Too bad the pharmacy at my favorite store took close to 45 minutes to fill the prescription. And since it was my favorite store and I had to wait, I couldn't just stand there. I had to go buy two bottles of blood orange Italian soda, Yogos, flower seeds, new earbuds for iFlossie, yogurt--as suggested by the nurse practitioner-and a Neti pot--also suggested by the nurse practioner. Stupid ear infection cost me more than just the $7 for the amoxicillin)

Last night, despite the left side of my head feeling like cement, I got together with some women from church to practice a song to sing in Relief Society a few weeks from now (Relief Society is the women's organization in my church). I will be doing piano duty for this song, not singing, though. And I could have sat at the piano all night and listened to these three lovely women sing. I almost felt like I didn't have any right to be there, because what talent I have musically is far outshined by any of these ladies on their own, much less combined. I felt like the dorky little sister whining to be included with the cool big sisters (I've never been a little sister, so I can only imagine this is kinda what it feels like). I was lucky just to be there. And I'm grateful for what little musical ability I have so that I have an excuse to hang out with the cool kids.