Posted on 05/04/2018 6:55:55 PM PDT by EdnaMode
Last year, my husband and I purchased our first house. Lucky for us new homeowners, the house needed minimal work.
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Last month, in the middle of the night, I woke up startled. It felt like someone had placed a chip of ice in my left earhole—but it was something way worse.
I shot up out of bed, disoriented, and stumbled to the bathroom. I could feel that my ear was not right. I grabbed a cotton swab and gently inserted it into my ear to see what was up and I felt something move.
When I pulled the cotton swab out, there were two dark brown, skinny pieces stuck to the tip. Moments later, I came to the realization that they were legs. LEGS. Legs that could only belong to an adventurous palmetto bug exploring my ear canal.
I started to hyperventilate, and my husband searched furiously for his glasses and joined me in the bathroom. He looked into my ear and confirmed that there was a roach trying to burrow its way to my brain. (OK, I know the ear canal isn’t a hop, skip, and a jump away from the brain, but that’s immediately where my mind went.)
In that moment, my husband was my only hope. He grabbed a pair of tweezers, located the thickest part of the roach that was visible (I KNOW) and tried to very delicately extract it. (For what it’s worth, my husband is a professional percussionist, and all of his hand movements are very precise.)
Unfortunately, he only managed to pull two of its spiky legs off. At that point, it was clear I needed to go to the ER.
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Thank you. It sounds like your DAD was/is a great guy. My DAD, who died in 1992, is never really very far from my mind. He was the best man I have ever known. Honest, earnest, helpful to others, a father who loved his wife ( my mother),...a perfect example to anyone who would take the time to listen. I love him and my MOM. They died 2 days apart. They taught all three of their children to be Christians. I do not know how anyone goes through something like that apart from a Christian upbringing. There is not an hour of the day when I do not think of them. Thank you for your kind words.
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