I can hear, I can hear, I can hear!

Ridiculous story #3.  Like I said, I am FULL of them!

It was the first nice day of spring and I was getting ready to go to Potato Creek with Jorge, a really hot Columbian. Just friends. Damn it.

I was getting ready.  I was in my shorts, shoes and a bra.  I was also cleaning my ears with q-tips – at the same time. 

“What was that? Is someone at the door?” WHAP!

As I turned to move out of sight, I tripped on my dog and fell into the door jam.  The q-tips, well, they went the wrong way.

I pulled the q-tips out and yeah, there was blood.  Not copious amounts, but there was blood.  I immediately started covering one ear and saying “I can hear” then switching to the other and saying the same.

I could hear.

We went to the park and I was fine, just a little tender in the ear canals.  I eventually went to the doctor.  He rocks. He also can tell me things like “Are you stupid?” He’s earned that right…I guess so did I ‘cause that’s what he said to me.

I was lucky.  I did have perforated ear drums (yes, plural), but they were healing.

There are still certain tones and frequencies I have trouble with…