I had been pretty stressed and decided a quick little mountain
bike ride would be the perfect cure. I was half way through the ride when I
felt something on my ear. Mind you, I was in motion on my bike and this whole scenario should not be possible. Anyways, like
any normal human being I brushed my ear.
Whatever it was did not want to leave the vicinity of my ear and
I brushed at it again. This was a mistake. It prompted the foreign predator to
crawl inside my ear. The bike ride came to a halt as every fiber in my being began to
freak out and I could now hear wings inside my head.The self calming
talk kicked in immediately. “Don’t worry its probably a lady bug, or a fly,
or a moth, or any other random insect with wings. Little kids stick crap in
their ears all the time and they are fine. I will just go to the hospital and
they will remove said invader and all will be fine.” As I began to accept the situation and calm myself down, I was dropped to my knees by the most searing pain I have ever experienced.
All forms of calm were gone. Whatever was in my ear was a
deadly bug that was trying to eat it’s way to my brain. My hearing
would be lost, it was going to eat my brain, I was going to pass out and die
right there on the trail. I was positive that all of these things were true. This also leads me to believe I have seen too many horror movies, but anyways. There was no hope of bringing the bike with me as
each instance of searing pain crippled me and was
complimented with what were later described as blood curdling screams. In the midst of the screams, and sobs, and pain I was somehow able to call my boss to come take me to the hospital. My work place has a trail system, which I was riding, thus why I called my boss.
While all this was going on a fellow rider had heard my cries and found
me crawling to the trail head. I swore on everything there was something in my ear. He checked my ear and tried to reason with me that there was nothing there. So, now I was not only
in the worst pain of my life I was also insane, perfect. I think the pure terror in my
eyes finally convinced him otherwise. He came up with the
wonderful plan to use my Gatorade to drown the flesh eating
mutant in my ear. I was thinking the
situation really couldn’t get much worse; when another rider came up on the trail
and to my ultimate dismay, it was the president of my company. Completely shaken, with a bug slowly dying in my ear the president of the company grabbed my bike and escorted me from the trails. Not the ideal way to meet the president, but at least it was memorable.
Upon arrival to the hospital it was confirmed that it was
not a flesh eating mutant bug in my ear, but a wasp. For all intents and
purposes, they are one in the same to me now. I had been stung somewhere between 20 and 30
times in my ear canal and ear drum. The nurses tried to flush it out with
water and were completely unsuccessful. After 2 hours
of what could be considered some sick form of prison torture, I started to faint. I accepted that this wasp and I were now one and it was not coming out of my
ear ever. I wouldn’t let the nurses come near me and gave up. Then one of the geniuses announces “Oh. Well we have an ear nose throat doctor in the hospital. Would u like to go see him?” Why yes.
Why yes I would. Why in the hell didn’t you mention that 2 hours ago!?!?!
The
ENT Doc took one look and informed me "Well this is really really going to hurt, but don't move, if the wasp breaks when I am extracting it, you'll need surgery." Well that's just super. He wasn't kidding, it hurt like hell. Thankfully, three hours after the
little mutant crawled in there, my ear was finally wasp free. So the next time
you are having a really bad day, just remember there could be a wasp in your
ear.
That is a horrific story! I would not wish that on anyone.
ReplyDeleteI am grateful it worked out in the end though :-)
I was very happy when my ear became wasp free. Also changed my perspective on bad days! Ha!
DeleteDear lord,
ReplyDeletePlease don't ever let this happen to me. And send Jen good ear vibes.
-Brandy Pittman