This morning I woke up with the most tremendous pain coming from my right inner ear canal. I spent about five good minutes digging in my ear with an ice pick to try to dislodge any sort of burning wolverine, glass coated opossum, or explosive laden migrant worker that may have burrowed into my ear canal. Left with no evidence of a rodent or migrant employee, I decided to try to treat the symptoms and go after the problem later. Let's just say that my pain laughed at the Tylenol.
So while I was waiting to hear from my Dr., I thought I would walk down to the local pharmacy and see if the pharmacist had something else in mind. He did. After telling him what was happening in my head, he asked if I had called a Dr. I told him I was waiting for a prescription. He then looked at my records, put 4 pills on the counter top and walked away. He came back and asked where the pills came from. I said, I have no idea. He told me to get them off his counter top and that I should probably come back after my Dr. calls.
I still can't hear much out of my right ear -- it kind of sounds like there is a trout stuck in there, but it no longer hurts. My Dr. called in some antibiotics and my Pharmacist is the coolest guy in the world.
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My pharmacist would've held out the pills and said, "You know what would make that pain go away? These. But you can't have them! Bwahahaha!" and then repeatedly held them out, waited until I tried to grab them, yanked them back with another evil laugh...
you get the picture.
Yes, but what if Darth had a pair of chopsticks (note that I have just tied this post to the one below)? Could it have simply been an episode of cultural confusion?
Eh, I've got nothing. I'm just an increasingly sad figurine who happens to reside on the internets. I wish someone would throw me into the ocean or something.
ker-SPLASH
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