Flying with a cold.
Sounds a bit feeble, but I went on a flight to Tampere to deliver some arrows to a Finnish reenactment group. On the way in, I could feel the pressure building up behind my ears, as usual, but this time it kept going. At one point, it got bad enough that I managed to crimp the rim of a coke can with my teeth before there was a sudden and rather loud crack from both ears at the same time. I might have emitted a girly yelp from the somewhat searing pain, but the pressure had gone.
I didn't think that much more of it, but that evening, I sneezed and had managed to disgorge through my nose a large pile of congealed blood and snot, rather like an underdone black pudding.
( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Sat 31 Jul 2010, 15:43, Reply)