I could tell it was not just some kind of joke he was trying to pull on me, as it was not his regular voice that was crying out. I could not see his face, as his back was to me, but he seemed in distress as he had his head in his hands and shook his head quickly back and forth.
Literally by this time only a few seconds had passed. I dropped what I was doing and ran across the room to see what was wrong. Five seconds earlier my hubby had been putting a pot of mashed potatoes in a big bowl, when he suddenly screamed and was down on his knees.
Several of my sons and their friends were in our large kitchen as well. Right off the kitchen was our den that was also full of people.
It was a football game night and our extended families had driven to Kansas earlier that day to watch the boys play ball. After the game all the family, the boys, and many of their friends gathered at our house for a big meal we had prepared for everyone. So the house was full when Hubby went down. They all heard him scream, but none of us knew what had happened.
I grabbed hold of Hubby's arms that were holding his head and said, "What, what, what, what? What is wrong? What is wrong?"
He was saying "ahhhhahahahhaawwwwahahahwwwwaahhhaw" the entire time I was trying to find out what was wrong.
FINALLY, he eeks out, "Something just flew in to my ear."
OH MY GOSH.
I said, "Are you kidding me????!!!! I thought you were having a heart attack or something. I thought something was really wrong." I was relieved. I was ready to get back to getting dinner for the crowd onto the table. I could not believe he was acting like that about his ear!
Well, they called the doctor in. He said he has never seen any bug quite this big in the ear, so he was a little perplexed as well on what to do.
He sent someone over to his office across the street to retrieve a book that might have a solution in it.
NOW Hubby is starting to be more alert. FINALLY. We gave each other "the eye". We were both thinking, "Uhmmm, if you need your medical book to help you figure this out, AT LEAST DON'T TELL US YOU ARE CLUELESS!!" I whisper (in his clear ear) about the hungry moth and brain cells again.
At last the book made its way to the ER. Doc read how if you pour water into the ear, somehow, someway, this causes the moth to come out. (By this time the moth was no longer visible by looking into the ear. It was that
Doc put some water from the sink into a small pitcher-type-chemistry-class-beaker-thing. He had Hubby lean his head over and Mr. Nurse held Hubby's head. Doc poured the water in. Hubby jerked his head up. He said he was about to throw up again. He said it was painful. (He said all this in his very agitated voice). Hubs was not getting any relief....in fact things were getting worse.
Mr. Nurse goes over to "the book" and then said aloud, "Doc, we were supposed to warm the water up first." (I didn't even say anything then. I knew my joke wouldn't float.)
Before Doc and Mr. Nurse could
He did. For a short time though. (Not even kidding).
Doc was then ready to get back to the saga-of-the-moth and pulled out a huge needle from a drawer. When I say huge I mean HUGE. I didn't even have a joke in me at that point. Once again he had Mr. Nurse hold Hubby's head while he put the needle deep into the ear. Hubby screamed out.
Blood came out the ear.
The needle idea had not worked.
On the moth at least.
It did give Hubby a big poke into the inner ear.
And just put the littlest hole in his inner ear.
Really, just little.
Not too much blood.
Just enough for a couple of tissues.
By this time I went over and suggested that I hold Hubby's head/ear/whatever while they
Huge tongs were tried.
Chins were scratched as Mr. Nurse and Doc consulted.
Hubby could "hear" the moth very loudly.
I assured him it was just wing noise not munching noise. (OK, so I had a few remarks left in me.)
Finally, Doc and Mr. Nurse gave up. They said they had tried all the
I could not believe it. I had a huge crowd of relatives that had come to northeast Kansas (and braved the bitter cold) to watch my sons play ball.
I had homemade chicken and noodles, mashed potatoes, green beans, hot rolls, salads and a dessert bar at home.
I had food to eat and people to visit with.
I had PLANS!!!!
And I had to go to Topeka because of some stupid moth????
Hubby could not believe it either.
But we had no choice. The moth was going crazy by this time. Hubby said it was making him sick. They made the call for the specialist to meet us.
Then the Doc came in and made one more attempt.
This time he had very long-needlenose-like tweezers.
He wiggled them in.
He twisted and turned.
I (bravely) held onto Hubby.
And then. (cue music here......Hark the Herald Angels Sing......)
The Doc had the moth. At least most of it.
The entire ER broke out into a frenzy of jubilation.
I got my mo-jo back and asked the Doc to please save the moth for us. He did. You have been seeing pics of it throughout this little novelette. That's him. The real deal.
Yes, the Doc thought it was weird that I wanted it, but hey, I questioned him that night too, so we were even.
And for those unanswered questions that are weighing on your mind: The part of the moth that got left behind in Hubs ear....well, the Doc said that Hubs body would 'just absorb it'. Gross me out. I never kiss that ear.
Yes, Hubs ear did hurt for several days. Probably more about the poking and prodding and PUNCTURE than the moth.
The moth really did affect Hubs equilibrium that night.
Did I mention that there was a little silvery trail that came out/went into his ear? Yep, gross me out again.
We don't know if he called the Topeka doctor and told the specialist. We hope he did. We were just glad to get home.
Yes, there was food left over. Yes, we got to eat. Yes, our company was still there. Waiting.
Yes, Hubs did/DOES get teased unmercifully about this incident. The boys (and their friends) like to drop to their knees, grab their head and yell out. They do it very well. I don't laugh or anything. Or encourage. Or do my own version. No. Not me.
Why am I sharing this
Keeping in mind that I do this ONLY to help you so that when you are putting mashed potatoes in a bowl that you don't let a moth fly in your inner ear.
Not to embarrass him or anything. No. Not on his birthday.
Plus, chances are he will never read this. SO you get the story. I get to laugh again, and we are all hoping he has a great birthday!!
|My phone is great to remind me...you know, just in case I was to forget!!|