It's the closest I've come to fainting, outside of those two times I actually fainted.
Just like that, I was made deaf and left staring at the stripped, blunt end of my now, half-naked, Q-Tip. Immediately, my head began to swim with long-lost fragments of ill-composed Biology notes and questions I could not answer: What will happen if I can't get it out? Will it eventually reach my brain? Where the hell is my Semi-Lunar Canal and shouldn't it prevent this sort of thing from happening?!
For a bit, I even had a brief spell where in mental time-lapse I witness the stinking, rotting decay of the cotton swab within my inner ear where it would remain trapped until being eaten by scavenger ear creatures. It's hard to relate clearly what happened next. Something took over. I must have (with head leaned drastically to the right) unearthed a tweezer and went to work on the matter with little regard for decency. When I awoke I was sitting on the bathroom floor tearing with nervous excitement, examining the surprisingly clean white devil.
Needless to say, I decided to forgo cleaning my left ear.