i have this ear infection problem that's recurring. i get it a few times a year. i normally do not like going to the doctor to get the proper medication. i'll just let it fester and hope that it'll heal by itself. it never does :=(

i went to my usual indian lady doctor this afternoon to have it checked out. if you know me well enough, you'll realise that it's hurting beyond what my threshold of pain can bear.

doctor: what's the problem? fever ah?

me: no. it's my ear again. it's infected and is very painful

doctor: come, let me see

she takes out that contraption to look into my ear and shoves it HARD into my ear

me: AARRGHHH!!!

doctor: pain ah?

me: *gritting my teeth and wanting to slap the stupid woman in the face* yup. it hurts like hell

doctor: sorry ah. how long already?

me: about a week (it was more like two weeks, i was lying thru my gritted teeth)

doctor: why now only come?

me: i was away

doctor: oh, ok. i give you antibiotics, you must finish ah, the antibiotics. and pain killers and ear drops lah. the ear drops after you put must lie down with your ear facing up to let it drip in, if not it will flow out

me: ok. same lah like the last time

doctor: yeah, you always get this. see, you had it in september and february before that

me: yeah, i know

doctor: you need me to write you medical chit?

me: no, no it 's ok. no need


my ear now hurts MORE than before i went to see the stupid doctor. it feels like my brains are throbbing. you know, the kind of pain that makes you want to punch something or someone? no points for guessing who i really feel like punching.

my youngest bro-in-law got married recently and my other sista-in-law and i wore sarees to the wedding reception. my hubsterman normally ties my saree, so this time around he's tying BOTH our sarees. i've not worn a saree in a long time, so he's a bit rusty. but he did manage to do it pretty decently for us.

when we reached the cocktail reception area, all my hubsterman's aunties was making noise that my saree was too short and the pleats were facing the wrong way.

auntie saro: your saree too short lah. not nice

me: aiyoh auntie, cannot too long lah. i cannot walk, scare i trip lah

auntie saroo: NOT NICE LAH!

me: never mind, it's ok


elena: eh, your saree a bit short lah, shoe somemore not matching

me: i know, i know. i scared i trip and fall on my face

elena: really ah?


auntie mary: so short your saree! your pleats also facing wrong way!

me: really ah? never mind lah. it's ok one. i not getting married today mah. everybody looking at the bride only

auntie mary: cannot. cannot. must tie properly. got clip your mundani or not?

me: no lah, no safety pin

auntie mary: wait, wait. i go ask and see who has safety pin. then follow me to the toilet, i tie for your all

me: aiyah, never mind lah, no need

auntie mary: no, no must


so there the three of us go into the ladies to have our sarees properly tied and the mundanis nicely pleated and pinned.