"JESUS," I pray in agony sticking my index finger inside the hole on the right side of my face.
It feels moist, pops and everything seems fine.
Resuming the cuddling position I immediately fall back asleep.
"HOLY JESUS!" I cry out 37 minutes later as the pain returns and something's leaking out of my head.
Sticking my index finger back in my ear the pain subsides.
Un-cuddling again I stumble in the bathroom and, not wanting to wake Sarah, search in the dark for Q-Tips, knocking over numerous unknown items in the cabinet until I find them.
Ripping the box open in the dark, I stick one in my ear, twirl it around for a bit and pull out half my brain.
"JESUS CHRIST," I say in horror, examining the grey matter in the moonlight.
Grabbing a second Q-TIP, I stick it in my ear pulling out equal size chunks of what has to be brains.
"JESUS H. CHRIST!" I mutter now on the forth Q-Tip.
'Hmmmmm," Sarah sensually moans from our bed.
Sitting on the toilet I collect what's left of my thought process.
"CHRIST," I mutter wondering what in the Hell is happening now that there's constant ringing in my ear.
Fumbling around again I find the Peroxide, dip another Q-Tip in it, and stick it in my ear ... which immediately bubbles and gets hot as the Hell I'm wondering about.
"HOLY JESUS MOTHER OF GOD," I say pulling out a glowing Q-Tip.
"Hmmmmm," Sarah moans again.
There are moments in life when you have to decide.
Take care of yourself or sacrifice for others?
Opting for the later I crawl back in bed, resume the cuddling position and start kissing on my wife who moans, "Hmmmmm."
"Thank you JESUS," I whisper.
Though when I woke up this morning my finger was in my ear.
