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sooooo. today i'm going on a modern-day pilgrimage to my ENT. i will be bearing such holy relics as Saint Anthony's left nibs, Saint Brigitte's awl-counter, and a very nice case of TINY EUSTACHIAN TUBE SYNDROME.

This is why it's been shit to fly in airplanes all my life. Some of us gals are just--crass jokes, please!--born with tiny passageways.

So no skull-fucking until i get this figgered out, y'hear?

I eagerly await the eventuality of metal ear-tubing. hopefully, it will make me just enough cyborg to hang out with Al again someday.

Has anyone here had a myringotomy? (Tubes.) My only hesitation is that i need to fly in like a month.What guerilla space tactics should i employ to get the ENT to sign me up for the surgery? (I mean, besides having otitis media with effusion.) Candy? Frankincense?

p.s. the reason i am so shitt-ay about replying to your comments is that i'm in a turbulent battle with my head, Schwartz. IN MY HEAD. but i wuv oo.

i better go decongest now.