No, not at the salon, but from the ear, nose and throat doc. He found a rock in my ear today, no wonder I couldn't hear a darn thing.
It all started with my over-anxious hubby peering down into my hearing cavity for some odd reason, can't remember why.
He spots said wax, looking like Mt. Rushmore in my ear and immediately tries to find objects to stick into my head.
"Leave it alone!!!" I said shriking away, "it's fine!!!"
"We should get that out of there!" he said gallantly.
I not-so-gently reminded him that he is NOT a doctor, so he left my ear alone for the time being.
He went on trip and totally forgot, until he came back of course, then it was "Let's see that ear" again.
"No!!!" I ran away from him and tried to lock the door, no use, he made his way in with flashlight in hand.
"C'mon, just let me take a peek," he cajoled, fishing 10 Q-tips out of the box and heading toward me with the flashlight shining in my eyes.
I was blinded ... it didn't know what was happening, then he stuck the Q-tip into my ear.
"There it is," he said, he voice hoarse with determination and awe.
He began to move the Q-tip around.
"Ow!!!" I screamed, he stopped.
"You hurt my freaking ear!" I said.
"Oh ... sorry."
That was the end of that little session, my husband assured me that he was able to move the wax, but he didn't know where it went.
I had a feeling that I knew, because I couldn't hear a thing.
"What???" I yelled
"I said I MOVED THE WAX!" he yelled.
"Alright, don't shout."
After that I began to walk around with very little hearing, trucks nearly ran me down while I was crossing the street, private conversations I had with others could be heard 10 miles away, at least my end of them, and of course the was the constant pain.
I felt pretty certain I had an ear infection.
Finally I was sick of it. I went swimming and had swimmer's ear on top the whatever it was.
The doc asked what the problem was. "My husband hurt my ear," I said.
"Oh," he asked, looking at me with concern.
"Oh no, it's not like that, he took a Q-tip."
"Oh I see," he said, visably relieved and putting the domestic violence literature aside. He then proceeded to check me out and confirmed that indeed there was still wax in there and that it was covering my ear drum.
"Great." I said, wonderding what could be next.
"We'll have to get that out."
I began to feel faint. I hate doctors, and doctors with tools in their hands even less, doctors with suctions even less than that.
He began to prod around my ear. I screamed. "You cannot move!" he chided.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, I groaned, trying to catch my breath.
"Just hold still or we'll have to deaden the ear." On about my fifth jerk, he took the needle out.
I began to settle down, needles were much worse to me than him digging around.
My boys were in tears, worried for their mom's fate.
"Remember, your kids are watching," the doctor warned.
Soon I was able to think about something else, like the $72 I had spend at Walgreens which my husband was liable to be upset about, and finding ways to put it to him gently was enough to take my focus away from my damaged ear.
Soon, I heard noise and realized that he had removed the wax, it was like I had never heard before, I felt wonderful and ready to face the rest of the day.
"Let that be a lesson to you boys," the doctor told them when I sat up and smiled.
"We're glad you're alive, mom!" they said.
"Me too, and I can hear."
Then the boys began fighting.
What are the benefits of hearing again?
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