I mentioned a while back that I have this ear infection that has been lingering around in a manner that can only be described as stubborn. I finally broke down and went to a specialist to get to the bottom of the matter only to find out that the ear infection wasn’t so stubborn as it was just an ordinary ole ear infection that had been misdiagnosed and thus mistreated. Not once, but twice. Two different places, one a clinic and the second a regular doctor, an internist.
The third doctor, an otolaryngologist, took no more time than either of the other two medical care givers but knew right off what the matter was. A few minutes later he had pulled out a small vacuum device and with a slrrrp the bulk of the matter was resolved and deposited on a small square piece of gauze. The doc bade me get up and indicated for me to look at the long tubular mass he had just evacuated from my ear.
As a result of many ill-advised Q-tipped assaults into my ear canal in futile attempts at gaining some self-administered relief (a practice with which I am not wholly ignorant) I had obviously packed the little critters in there there like so much wadding in an old muzzle loader.
Glancing nonchalantly from where I was standing, I’m like, “Yeah, I’ve seen that before, doc.” Albeit maybe not so much all at one time.
Doc conveniently had a magnifying glass, probably of a magnification about 10 times normal and was built onto one of those arms that can be easily maneuvered and positioned over the subject matter. “No have a look through here,” he said moving out of the way to give me clear access.
So what the heck, might as well have a look at just how nasty my infliction was. Folks, let me tell ya, the gunk out of your ear, especially if it is alive, is a lot worse under a magnifying glass than it is on a tissue.
“Ah, man that’s gross,” I said pulling away from the glass. If I had any sense of propriety I should not even try to describe what the infestation looked like out of embarrassment for having something like that living inside my head for three months or so. It looked like three different kinds of amphibious egg sacks with black sturgeon caviar nestled in the core. Gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking about it now.
Before I could recoil fully, due to a force that is akin to or the same as the one that make us unable to turn our heads from a horrible car wreck I went back for a closer inspection.
“Man! That is some nasty, gross… Ah man, ooh look at that…” I trail off as I am finally able to pull away.
I look over at Doc and he has this big grin on his face and he says, “Looks like bread and butter to me.”