When I woke up this morning, if anyone had asked me to write down the most bizarre thing that could possibly happen to me today I couldn't have dreamed up this little doozy.I had been out in the vineyard no more than 30 seconds when a moth flew into my ear. Even though Vinomaker was away at a conference in San Francisco, I did not panic. Mirrors, tweezers, warm water irrigation, and a severe case of vertigo featured prominently in the next half hour or so. My neighbour, a nurse was no where to be seen. I conceded defeat.
Three hours later I exited the local hospital with a sore ear, a bruised ego, and a bottle of antibiotic drops in my hand.
Not exactly the most fruitful of days.
8 comments:
Whenever I get a moth caught in my ear I push my pet lizard in there to sort things out.
If the lizard gets stuck I send a python in.
My, my Idle...what big ears you have!
If you had been Little Jimmy Dickens, you might have written a song about it, and earned a fortune!
I could have dealt with it myself if it had gone up my nose. Instead I was treated by a doctor who seemed to be channeling the Marx Brothers...all of them at once!
As a concerned brother I suppose I should be feeling something more than amused!
You're all heart!
Oh good grief! What's next? Lizards, pythons? Lord have mercy! (Is it because you took his uncle's picture the day before creating some kind of bad karma?)
Vinogirl, you've disappointed me: no Latin name given for the perpetrator of a Hitchcock movie;-)
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