Did you know that the treatment for getting water in your ear is to have someone shoot more water into your ear? Or is that only for me?
I got water in my ear on Saturday while in the shower. Other people get water in their ears by swimming in pools or lakes or rivers, maybe the ocean even (although I think swimming in the ocean is weird), but me, do I get an annoying malady after doing something fun? No, I get one in the shower (not that showers can’t be fun, but that’s another story). Anyway, my ear is all plugged up. A friend tells me to get a bottle of Swim Ear or some such thing–it’s alcohol, you drip it in your ear, and as the alcohol evaporates, it takes the water with it. Great, a quick fix.
No, not for me. Does nothing. Zilch. Zippo.
Next day, I’m still deaf in one ear and not happy about it. Another friend suggests I try the blow dryer. Now, I don’t use a blow dryer, if I do, my hair looks like the love child of the Thing from Outer Space and a sea sponge. I do, however, own a blow dryer, because I am a good hostess and provide one for my guests. So I aim the blow dryer at my ear. Then I turn off the blow dryer, remove my earring which has now branded me, and aim the blow dryer at my ear again. Warm air rushes deep down into my ear canal. Ahhh, this will dry the water and restore my hearing.
No dice, still deaf and annoyed.
So now it’s Monday. On the plus side, my ear is not oozing green gunk or throbbing with pain. Instead, it just steadfastly refuses to act as a hearing organ. So, I’m off to see the doctor. What I suspect is that, in my initial zeal to get the water out of my ear, I delved a little too deep with, yes, a q-tip. I know that nobody is suppose to put anything smaller than their elbow in their ears, but c’mon, folks, we all do it. So the PA peers into my ear and says, “oh, yes, nasty bit of wax back there, let’s irrigate.” Then he tells me a story about this guy that has had a watermelon seed in his ear for 15 years. He’s been deaf in that ear since then. The PA arranges for him to get it taken out, but they guy ends up cancelling the appointment, because it’s too much trouble. Anyway, the nurse irrigates my ear (using a really cool water shooter thingy, kind of like a cross between a syringe and a turkey baster) and all sorts of gunky stuff comes out and the PA, the nurse and I all ooh and ahh over it and I can hear again. Hooray!
What does it say about your life when having the wax build up in your ears removed is the highlight of your week? On second thought, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.