Right = wrong

I've had chronic middle-ear infections since I was born. I had tubes put in my ears when I was 10 months old, and while the left one fell out naturally when I grew older (as it's supposed to), the right one stayed. I had it surgically removed when I was 5, but the hole remained. I had it surgically patched when I was 8, but that reopened. :) I've had rubbing alcohol/white vinegar mixtures poured onto my raw scar tissue three times a day for months, been on antibiotics for three years straight at one point, been to countless doctors' visits, been poked to the point of profuse bleeding by various physicians (mostly Taiwanese - they're not known for their gentleness or care! :D), and shed billions of tears over this stupid ear. I've been told that it's my fault for sinning, prayed over and prophesied over for it, and basically, arrived at a point of live-and-let-live with this ear - I don't take it to the doctor, and it doesn't get much worse or better. ;)

Now I'm sitting here with a nice Band-aid over the top of my right boob, 'cuz there's a big hole under that, which came about when we had to poke around inside to look for something wrong as well. ^_^ Familiar, anyone?

...I am so glad that I'm left-handed. My right side is obviously my worse side. Haha.

I have to run to a missions team thingamajig, but I'll be back to blog less facetiously (no promises) about the hospital visit later.