Swimmer's Ear.
As soon as I get more coherent in my system, I go to the urgent care place. This is Not Good. Ow. Bleep. OW.
Hurts.
Hurts.
Hurts.
(I sound about like my sixteen-year-old self from the Princess vs. the Bardling era when my ear acts up, except my cussing vocabulary wasn't as advanced then.)