Oh Ear!!!

Tonight, I did something unexpected and I mean....really out of the blue. I never thought that I could do such a thing, and so were my parents. But well, I did. Actually, I didn't want to add it in the blog, it's embarassing, but daddy said I should so that this will remind me of what happened someday after I've long forgotten about it.

It happened around 10 p.m. I couldn't remember why, but I stuck a small piece of cotton into my right ear. I wanted to clean it, I supposed.

"Oh...oh...!!! I can't get it out."

I have no choice but to tell my daddy and mummy. A round of bombardment was expected, but luckily this time, the impact was reduced by half. How come? Because my right ear had a piece of cotton stuck in it lor. ..

My daddy brought me to a nearby clinic. Fortunately, this clinic opens daily (yes daily, even on public holidays) till 11.30 p.m. Though it's near, the journey wasn't smooth. At least when we were looking for a parking lot...eh...I think I'll skip the details.

After the registration.

"You can go in now, second room," said the lady at the counter. There were no other patients, only me, but there were other things too. I mean the stuff toys lah. There are quite a number of stuff toys at one corner of the clinic, I think that should be a children's corner. But I had no mood to play with them. So we went straight to the doctor's room.

After the doctor examined my ear, he took out a pair of very long "scissors". "Oh my God! Is he going to cut my ear open to retrieve the cotton?" I was terrified, but I didn't let it show. I just sat there quietly, waiting for the doctor to cut my ear open with the longest pair of scissors that I've ever seen in my life, and remove the cotton. But hey...before I could even notice it, the cotton was out of my ear, and I didn't feel any pain at all! "Phew...what a big relief", at least I get to keep my ear. By the way, does anyone know what do they call that long and thin pair of "scissors" that the doctor used to remove the cotton from my ear with?

You know what, for that less than five minutes stay in the doctor's room, it cost $40!!! My daddy told me that I could do four pieces of craft work at Thomson Plaza, or buy four tins of Nutren Junior with that $40. Well, what to do? If you gotta pay, you gotta pay. Every child at some point in time will do something like that, I am not the first and I won't be the last. But this will be the last time for me lah...

Enough already? Laugh enough already? Stop laughing.