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2003-09-05 - 7:43 a.m. Cornmeal on my ear So, there I am last night, at 11 pm, microwaving cornmeal. Entirely Anne�s fault. She called last night with a question about geography, but (of course) we talked and talked. I mentioned my plans to attend Coronation were descoping and even in danger of being canceled, thanks to the earache/infection/painful thingy of doom. Nurse Anne - after being gently amazed that I couldn�t remember the name of my meds in that way that makes you squirm slightly like a 16 year old and say defensively But, I *did* read the instructions. I swear. I just don�t remember the names - suggested heat. Do you have any cornmeal? Excuse me? I say. Cornmeal. Or navy beans. Put cornmeal in a cloth pack, like those bean and herb things you see at craft shows, and you can microwave it. It makes a nice, malleable hot pad. And there�s enough water in the cornmeal to create gentle, moist heat. Un-huh. Well, I�ve met the bag o� navy bean hotpad� Put in a little rosemary, just for aromatherapy. My mom used to do this with a pillow case, but I can tell you a sealed cloth bag is better for tossing about the microwave. But you probably know this being from West Virginia. Virginia. Southwest Virginia. Oh. Anne giggles. I hope that�s not a killin� offense. No, no. That falls in the sigh category. Big Nia sigh kind of thing. Rummage through the feast basket for the infinite cloth pouches that breed in there; Trot downstairs; Pour in cornmeal and rosemary; Tie up the top and nuke for one minute. Damned if it didn�t work. And temporarily dull the pain. All the while emitting the slight aroma of baking Chicken in a Rock. Think I�ll add a little sage to the pouch and take it to work. � � � 
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