Thanks for the permission but it's just not funny enough to laugh at/with.
It needs more detail to be a funny story, it more a random unfortunate detail from your perspective (on the plus side you are well regarded enough by this young lady to be invited to her wedding, assuming she doesn't just want to rub your nose in it).
I relate this story every once in a while so forgive me if you have heard it before.
I had just moved and was wrapping a present for a friend. I was using garden furniture to sit on while I waited for my new chairs to arrive and I hadn't introduced myself to the neighbours yet.
It was a sunny spring day and I had the French windows open.
In from the backyard flew a fly which painfully flew straight into my ear.
It was right next to my eardrum so everytime it tried to fly out again the sound was like a road drill in my skull.
It was also pointing in the wrong direction and presumably didn't have enough room to turn.
I like animals, even flies so my first instinct was not murder but to try and use gravity and light to guide the creature to a safe escape from my body.
I tried to knock it out of my ear but I instead hit myself of the door frame.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.
After about an hour of this I was frustratedly shouting such things as, "Please get out of my head!" and "Why won't you just DIE?", which upon reflection was not the sort of introduction I would want my new neighbours to have from myself.
Bzzzzzzzzzzz.
I thought maybe it would come out if I had a bath (like those plugs of water do) so I tried this and while in the bath I held my head under the water for a long time. I would surface and have a few moments of blissful silence.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Eventually the water got cold and I had to pick up these chairs so I tried phoning a friend of mine who is a nurse but I got through to his wife who had just moved over from India and didn't speak English too well.
I tried to explain that there was an immortal insect lodged in my skull but the message hadn't quite translated.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzz.
After dressing I went to the furniture shop.
While I was in the queue Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (this time it was mobile phone).
It was my friend's wife's brother (who is also a friend).
He got this weird phone call from his sister saying I had hurt my face.
I then explained to him about the fly and while I was telling him the other people in the queue began to look a bit strange and pale.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
A little old lady in the shop turned to me and said, "I think I heard your fly".
I went to the pharmacy to see if they could recommend something.
As I had just moved I wasn't yet registered with a GP but the pharmacist said there was one not far from there and if I was quick I might get an emergency consultation.
I ran to the doctor's and they were about to close up and leave.
I explained my problem and my wish for it to end as soon as possible.
At first the doctor was going to fob me off with the A&E department of the local hospital but I convinced her to give it a go first.
She took out her Otoscope and had a good look.
"Oh yeah, I can see it, big too but I think it's dead".
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
She dropped the Otoscope and screamed.
She got an ear syringe and a kidney dish.
She flooded my ear and held the dish next to lobe to catch what came out.
I was relieved to not hear the noise anymore and the doctor said it was gone but... the corpse didn't land in the dish so either it fell out somewhere else or...