This morning I get my ear stitches out . . . and I think there may be a little infection. Last night I thought back 41 years and remembered what we did when I first had my ears pierced with a hat pin and a cube of ice in an Indiana University dorm. Yes, we dipped my earlobe twice a day in a capful of Hydrogen Peroxide. (Why I capilatlized that I do not know; but once I did the “H” I figured I’d just go with it.)
So I soaked my ear and wondered why I had not been doing that all week. I think I totally forgot about it. I mean when you are 19 and from Indiana and it is 1967, you have this feeling you had better be responsible about putting holes in your ears. It is a big thing. Now in 2008 . . . well, it’s a different story.
Oh, wait, was I 18 and was it 1966? Ack, a senior moment.
So will you be sporting new ear bobs after this?
Oh . . . I don’t know. Maybe since I never had any on my chest, I should wear ear boobs. Heavens! Did I type that? Okay, how about ear toms or ear henrys . . . . or ear elmos.
This is probably going to be a crazy day for me.