“A Flea In Her Ear” is a play by Georges Feydeau. It is also close to the idiom, “a flea in the ear”, meaning, “an unwelcome hint or unexpected reply, annoying like a flea; an irritating repulse; as, to put a flea in one’s ear; to go away with a flea in one’s ear.”
But that is not what I am writing about tonight, although I wish I were.
We were at a music festival on Saturday and Sunday, spending both days out of doors, in a field where it rained off and on, on both days. I wore my wonderful sun hat when it was sunny, and also when it rained, to keep my head cool and dry. But when it was cloudy and it wasn’t raining, I put the hat on top of our backpacks, where it was sometimes knocked onto the grass, where I would retrieve it and either put it on my head, or place it back on the backpacks.
On our trip home last night, shortly after we left the festival at 1 a.m., my right ear began to itch, really itch. I felt like something was moving around in there. It stopped after we got home, and I went to bed and fell asleep, exhausted from my wonderful big day out.
This afternoon my ear began to itch again in the same fashion as it did last night. I cautiously took a Q-tip and swabbed the entrance to my ear, there seemed to be nothing there to cause the itching. I pressed my ear canal closed and rubbed it vigorously with my finger on the surface skin just in front of my ear canal.
At dinner tonight my ear was itchy again. I put my finger in my ear to rub the area, and it came away with crusted blood. Oh dear!
Attila had a look with the magnifying glass, and said he could see a trail of blood, but nothing else.
We thought it might be a tick, because there were ticks in the area of the music festival, there were warning signs in all the public areas. I had checked my legs, and my feet quite diligently, no ticks.
What to do!
We used an ear cleaning syringe to flush my ear. First flush, only a little bit of blood coloured the water, fresh blood. Oh dear again!
The second flush yielded a black dot in the water. It was a flattened flea, or at least we think it is a flea, it does not look like a tick, it looks like a flea. We flushed the ear again, and it was clear but a little coloured from blood.
Attila then applied several drops of hydrogen peroxide to my ear canal, which I left for one minute, then turned my head to drain.
I have my flea, or whatever it is, on a dish. We examined it under well lit magnification, and it does resemble a flea, rather than a tick. But I think I will take my flea and head to the walk-in clinic tomorrow and get a second opinion on that. If it were a tick, and I was definitely bitten, then I would not see the telltale ring around the bite, because the bite is inside my ear.
Some adventures are small, and not all that desirable.
Date: 9:00 PM EDT Monday 7 August 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.5 kPa
Dew point: 15.6°C
Wind: NE 7 km/h
Visibility: 19 km
“Education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance.”
1885 – 1981