There's a Bug Crawling Around... IN MY HEAD!

There's a Bug Crawling Around...IN MY HEAD!

So last night I was trying to get my ear phones to work. They were being stubborn. As I took one side out a bug promptly scurried my ear. He thought this was a "cozy home" opportunity of a life time. As soon as the ear phone was out he was in, like a eager shopper on Black Friday ready to enter as soon as the doors open. I flung my self up and started running around the room frantically, not the faintest what to do. I didn't have a chance to flick him out. He burrowed deeper and deeper, in just a few seconds he was as far as he could get, I hoped... butt up against my ear drum beating his wings. He felt large and beat his wings at regular intervals inside my head. I freaked. After about ten minutes of battle, me loosing, I let out a blood curdling scream, and with the sound of which I scared my self and was not helping my own anxiety levels. In fact, I don't think I have ever been so uncomfortable in my whole life. Online I read something to the effect of that this can be a unnerving situation... that was the understatement of the year. It feels like you are in a horror film. You feel like the bug is going to riffle through your brains, it was so loud. It sounded like a tank engine motor running inside my head every time he beat his wings. I flung my self out of bed and wildly shook my head, my back and neck muscles are soar from so much head banging. As it was late I didn't wake my neighbors even though I really wanted to as I needed comfort durning my "life threatening" ha ha happening. I had no one to comfort me. My reflection in the mirror was yet another added anxiety. Usually when you have any expression on your face and you accidentally catch your reflection in the mirror, your face goes back to normal as now instead of experiencing the emotion you just had, you are now thinking about how your face looks. This did not happen to me. When I saw the look of sheer terror and anxed on my face, the expression did not fade from my face. It was sustained for about an hour as the situation persisted. It was only me and my reflection, the both of us experiencing emense anxiety together, we were both ever so aware of the fact that there is a large bug deep in our head. Have you ever noticed how far a q tip can go in? It seems like a good 3 inches of ear canal, and this little bug had walked the walk. After wildly throwing my head around, trying to look at it with a make up mirror, throwing and plunging vinager, water and oil, I realized it was not killing it as he was still buzzz buzzzz buzzzzing in my head, just when I thought he was dead... BUZZZZ!!!! the motor engine reved in my head again. So its come to this, I will have to kill it by smashing it up against the inside of my ear canal. I had no other option, as he was not dying, and I couldn't bear to hear in scratching and flutteing around anymore, REVOLTING! This decision grossed me out even more than I already was I felt like dry heaving, and I could hardly bring my self to do it. Disgust and fear were battling within me for emotional supremacy. Fear of him burrowing further in won, so I finally was able to roll a ball of a needle around and smashed him. Finally! The buzzing stops. At least knowing he is dead is a small token of relief. But promptly after that, I read that when you have a bug in your ear you should never ever shove any thing in the ear but rather suffocate him with oil and let him drain out. Of course for the past forty minutes I had been shoving any thing I could get my hands on down the canal, pushing him farther and farther in. This makes it harder to dislodge the insect from your ear. Today is the following evening and LOE! I have still not removed him! I had a friend tell me I'm not going to get him out. I beg to differ. I'm not going to permanently house a rotting cockroach in my head. (Are you grossed out yet? The most common insect to burrow into peoples ears is the German cockroach.) I went to the hospital today and the auditory specialist told me to come back tomorrow! I said, "If you don't have saline that's fine, just use a saringe and water", "Our taps arnt working", he tells me and goes back to watching a movie with his girl friend. I can't hear... because I have a giant dead bug stuck in my head! This is VERY typical for Guyana's customer service and services. The girl at the front desk of the hospital didn't even call me over to get my number because she was eating peanuts. She looked perturbed that I took her away from snack time. One doc on staff, hours of waiting. Any whoo, first thing tomorrow morning I'm going over to the hospital to flush out my ear. I must've smashed him clean up against the drum because I can hear only the fainest little bit out of that ear now. Most disturbing thing ever! I hope none of you ever have a bug decide to lodge in your head! 

The next day I went to the doc and he flushed him out. He was not a cockroach thank goodness, but a little fly type bug. The doc was spending more time on the other ear though, turns out I had a ball of wax the size of a pea and the shape of a foot ball in there. Thankfully not the size of a foot ball and color of a pea. How was I able to hear with that thing in there? Anywhoo, the bug's gone and I can hear again.

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Sicky

I havnt been sick in a coon's age. I had forgotten what its like to be sick. I feel terrible. Seems like being sick before was kinda fun. (Maybe that's cause there was always Theraflu.) But its harder than I remember. My throat hurts. My ear hurts. My voice is gone. I feel tipsy half the day. I'm bored out of my mind! On a happier note though, I've been reading need greater blogs all day every day this week and have found a few that I'm absolutely captivated by. One of them is a girl named Lexi Taylor serving in Thailand and funny thing is as I was scolling through, I saw her with an old buddy of ours Xena. I bumped in to Xena in October 2o11 at Portland air port we were both flying off different need greating directions and happend to fly on the same day. Her to Thailand me to Guyana. What a quinky dink, eh? Any hoo her friend Lexi is a creative funny cleaver inspirational writer. Its so sweet when you can read about somthing you're so passionate about, someone that has the same focus in life as you but who happens to be an excellent writter on top of it! You gotta check out her blog at 

pioneeringinthailand.blogspot.com

Any whoo yes, I've had time to read all day because, Im sick. My voice is horse and my hair is crazy and my butt is asleep and my beans are chalky. Wah. It started in my throat went around my whole head and immune glands and ended up back in my throat and I'm being a baby about it! 

Lilttle girls and a puppy with wolf markings listening to the "Why study the Bible?" video :)

I'm so excited that my brother and I should have a song or two out on iTunes! One is a lullaby and the other is a little 6o's sounding rock. I hope they sell. It would be so amazing to be able to help support my self with music on the side. What a dream come true that would be! My brother has all the equipment to record, so hopfully it will fly. He wrote one song I feel is a hit. Just gotta record it with the right feeling, so it comes across like he meant it, it is so beautiful. The piano piece is elaborate and makes you cry by its self, then the tune of this ballad. When I first heard it, I was crying even before I knew he had written it about me and him and our friend ship growing more and more distant and how he sees his own light fading from my eyes and that he's not my super hero anymore, but him knowing I would be alright with out him. So after I knew what it was about? I was bawling. I'm just being biased, right? But it seriously is the most beautiful song. Any ways you've gotta check it out when we get it up on iTunes. I personally haven't' written a song in years. We'll put a couple on the album that I wrote back in the day, but as soon as this throat starts making more than squeaks, I'm moe put my ole' vocal chords back to work writtin', it's a skill that needs to hit the treadmill. Creativity? Come out where ever you are!

We've had a little bit of a dry spell as far as visitors go. :( But! I have several friends that should be coming by the end of the year and I'm so excited! I will make a post with all questions answered about serving here so I can refer people that want to come to it regarding culture, foods, visas, passport, paperwork blah blah blah. . . so they can get here and see what its like to serve in this amazing land of humble people that want you to teach them about Jehovah! 

Today I stayed home sick from a village trip out to Shulinab. Its getting late though and although on this quiet night the palms whisper the gentlest rustling and the moon night twinkles on their leaves as they lazily wave goodnight to the soft navy blueblack sky... I'm wondering what kind of damage to the vehicles have been done this time and how is everyone getting home? Last trip there was severe damage to Simon's car and we ended up getting a ride back from a guy with a pick up. The sister from Trinidad was walking with us, we figured we'd start walking out in the middle of the savanah, at least we'd be a tad closer to where we were going. But in the distance we see a pick up approaching. I say "Hey, maybe everyone from the car is in there and we can get in too!" and she says " I don't know about you guys but I'm not comfortable with that" In Trinidad we don't just grab rides from anybody, it is very dangerous", but when the truck pulled up and all of them were there, we alll piled in. There is an unspoken rule about car problems in the savannah, and that is, when you're in trouble out there, everyone stops to help eachother. Its crazy, even if its a serious problem no one asks for paymentor reward, they just help you get back up and running and they're on their way. Tonight I wonder how and where everyone is and if they'll be coming home in the wee hourse of the morning. I hope everyone's alright, but I've also been on enough of these trips to know that nothing ever goes as planned and everything always ends up OK... so I'll just lay back in my hammock and enjoy the sound of the gentle breeze tossling the leaves of our tall glimmering-in-the-moonlight palms. Zzzz....

Signing off from deep within Guyana's remotest interior. (Exaggeration.)

This has been an equator news up date with Cortny Vee.

Thanks for listening.

Good night.