It's One Of The Most Horrendous Things...

Ever Happened To Me

I got out of the shower too early.

Allow me to elaborate:

Scrubbing the daily gathering of sweat-secured insulation off me bod. Washed some hair. [Mine. Alas.] This crevice. That...

Sufficiently cold-rinsed later-- or so I thought-- I cut pump and grab towel.
Immediately The Rice Crispies Bros. are alive in my left ear.

Snap! Crackle! Pop!!!

I mentally tally age-- nope; not bone breakage (these are millisecond we're talking here, folk. Bear with me). As well, I note I do not live in earthquake country, nor are there forest fires crackling outside my window, I am certain, for the lack of forests if naught else.

No, something far more... sinister has taken place.

Failure to thoroughly rinse the soapy foam residue off of the left eardrum.
Whence it now beats so incessantly [CEREKEKEGHOUOOUWWW!!!] that I can almost sense kinship with Jack and Big Chief...

And NO AMOUNT of water funneled down then tissue-siphoned out will cease the echoes of a rockslide on steroids therein...

Horrendous, Folk, I tell ya...

Hope you never have to go through the auditory Inferno I was just subject to.

[Um, shamefully, yes-- AGAIN.
Though in my defense, it's been a good many a year! lol]

Slainte, folks.
{And, um... give the Dam Water Company [like that, you who live in reservoir townships? the "DAMN WAT"-- ah, never mind... Some jokes are, really, just for me...] the extra five seconds' worth of rinse-water.

And sleep with no cereal killing your mind before it's time...}

Cygnus