Ewwww ewww ewww ewww ewwwww!!!
This is an icky one, and I apologise.
So my ears are susceptible to ear infections, and I've come to recognise the symptoms. Ache, overproduction of orange, and odd noises like what you get if you've got water in your ear from swimming or showering and you turn that side of your head upwards...
Woke with it this morning, thought oh bugger, here we go again... have learnt the hard way not to use cotton buds, they make things worse. So dabbed stuff off with tissue. Continued to be annoying for about half an hour until I saw Housemate off for work, and gave ear one last poke...
...well, to describe what I found, you'll need to understand that we have a minor infestation of silverfish in my bathroom that attaches to my bedroom...
And now words fail me so I'll let a line of colourful animated faces sum up what I felt then!!
Oh and
The little bastard - dead already thankfully - went down the loo. I had to rub silver scales out for about ten minutes. I've been squirming ever since. >.< Luckily other half was able to give me some cuddles...
Unpleasant, baffling but in hindsight slightly hilarious all at the same time.
How on earth do you get one of those lookie-in-the-ear peekie doobries? How much training do you need to figure out what the hell you're looking at? I think I need one. My poor lugholes!!
This is an icky one, and I apologise.
So my ears are susceptible to ear infections, and I've come to recognise the symptoms. Ache, overproduction of orange, and odd noises like what you get if you've got water in your ear from swimming or showering and you turn that side of your head upwards...
Woke with it this morning, thought oh bugger, here we go again... have learnt the hard way not to use cotton buds, they make things worse. So dabbed stuff off with tissue. Continued to be annoying for about half an hour until I saw Housemate off for work, and gave ear one last poke...
...well, to describe what I found, you'll need to understand that we have a minor infestation of silverfish in my bathroom that attaches to my bedroom...
And now words fail me so I'll let a line of colourful animated faces sum up what I felt then!!
Oh and
The little bastard - dead already thankfully - went down the loo. I had to rub silver scales out for about ten minutes. I've been squirming ever since. >.< Luckily other half was able to give me some cuddles...
Unpleasant, baffling but in hindsight slightly hilarious all at the same time.
How on earth do you get one of those lookie-in-the-ear peekie doobries? How much training do you need to figure out what the hell you're looking at? I think I need one. My poor lugholes!!
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