Freeloaders

After spending the last two weeks inside the house, I've officially become a recluse. A severe cold will do that to you. It started when I got back from Tunica. I thought I was on the road to recovery, but I was wrong. I got worse. My head became populated with a new civilization of Gunks, the likes of which I have never seen before. First, one faction of the Gunks migrated south. They set up residency in my throat and chest, so that I couldn't breathe without coughing. Then, to my absolute despair, one Gunk family moved into the tubes in my left ear, and another into the tubes in my right ear; therefore, I couldn't hear for days. Finally, I got my left ear to "pop", an eviction notice, if you will, to those damn Gunks, and I could finally hear out of that ear. But nothing scares that other Gunk family. They apparently love their new digs, so my right ear remains clogged. God forbid I should go to the doctor. Not until I have resorted to every last home remedy possible. Last night, PhillyTwo and I tried to smoke 'em out with ear candles. Didn't work. Before that, Nancy advised me to flush them out with peroxide or alcohol. Neither has been successful. Those effin' Gunks haven't budged. No telling what they've done to the place. It'll probably never be the same.