I have a history of ear infections. When a dip in the pool brought it raging forth again, I went right to the ENT. A Tunisian lady who uses the term “My Dear” when addressing anyone.
She took he Ottoscope and began to examine me. She started clucking like a mother hen. Then she took the Ear-O-Suck and began pulling fungus out. Then the ear wax. Then the head of a Q-tip (gag!).*
She told me “Your ear is clear, my dear.” A line seldom heard outside of children’s books.
*OK so I spent a day trying home remedies. How disgusting and covered with orange/yellow stuff.