I’ve got some good news that I’ll probably give you tomorrow. I’m tired right now, though, so instead you get some gross (or at best banal) news: my earwax has gotten out of hand. My hearing in my left ear, and off and on in my right, has been muted since Sunday, and no matter how many drops and how much water I use, the forces of wax are apparently holding the line.
It’s an embarrassing malady, like being incapacitated by excessively dirty fingernails. It’s also aggravating in a way that sort of snuck up on me; since I could still hear I figured that it would just be a minor inconvenience, but a little minor inconvenience goes a long way. It was especially bad when teaching on Tuesday—my class this quarter already seems to suffer from a lot more inertia than the last group did (apparently the second-quarter freshman has acquired a world-weary cynicism unseen in his first-quarter counterpart), and conducting the class without able to hear my students clearly was pretty maddening. Luckily I’m getting ’em cleaned in the morning (my ears, not my students), so I’ll be able to clearly hear whatever they’re saying about me. And you guys won’t have to read an entry like this for a few months. I wonder now why I wrote it in the first place, but I suspect that the answer is lost to the ages.
(Did you know that “ear candles” are quackery? Do you even know what “ear candles” are? It’s something where you put a wax cone in your ear and light it on fire, and supposedly the heat sucks the wax out of your ear. Thinking on it I’m surprised I gave it any credence, but I did. Faced with my current problem, I looked into it, and it turns out it’s hokum. Not only does it not work, but you can get more wax in your ear, and fire. Another smug victory for skepticism.)