It was one of the very very few things about my Dad that pissed me off. When I was 16 my ear drum burst in the middle of the night. The next morning I said I have to go to the doctor and not school. He said "Channel, are you sure you can't go to school?" I showed him the bloody rag I had on my ear all night.
To his credit, when we got to the ear doctor he demanded I be seen immediately. Like a "I'm not leaving this window till you see my son" kind of demand.
So, I guess it doesn't upset me that much.turns out that my ear drums are the size of a 4 year olds and my other ear was about to burst too. They had to cut it with a laser to avoid anymore damage.