For about a year I have had ear problems I thought it was was at first I drove everyone crazy as I would move the wax ,(what I thought was wax) and it would move then I started getting this hard balls which I can only describe as the texture of rice paper but thinner and they pop then more spring up , then to my horror I found transparent worms In my ears with black sharp hairs, they seem to produce a thick sticky liquid. I try to pull them out but for the life of me I can’t, now they have moved to nose , eyes abd head I can feel them at night moving around, I got back from my 4 th a&e hospital where i got no help except they asked what drugs I’ve taken and can I put my point to my nose , walk in a straight line …..I do t even drink alcohol but I’m thinking of taking it up!!! . Everyone thinks I’m crazy and I even considering getting sectioned because I can’t live like this! I need help , these worm things also seems to go hard , like long sticks ….I was thinking it’s a stage they go through when they are reproductive??? I’m at a lose I’m glad I live by myself otherwise I would drive any poor soul nuts. Reading your comments seems people been suffering for years all I know is I can’t put up with this for years I will sadly take my own life .. I know this seems dramatic but if you know what I’ve been experiencing and there seems to be know treatment .. as I speak I can feel them under skin my right eye is all blurry I’m half deaf …I’m just done in. .. I’m in the UK and I was thinking if I survive this I want to set up more awareness and maybe have groups like they do for AA and NA we cabt suffer in silence 
I have what sounds like the same thing. I too was just thinking of a premature ending of my life because they are truly horrid and their presence affects everything. I’m the type to pick at my skin (mosquito bites, etc) so they’re especially problematic). One thing I’ve noticed about them is that they don’t survive after I rip them from my skin. The air makes them dematerialize and that’s made me question my sanity constantly because I will feel my skin rip when I have a good strong grip on one of the hooks/teeth. It rips like when sb envelope ans s small tab to pull to open it—it rips the paper open by pulling the tab out and the cord underneath separates the paper when pulled firmly. So I feel this rip happen and then there is nothing visibie between my fingernails/fngertips. But there is a residue or wetness. No smell I’ve noticed. But it does eat away at the nails and also very effectively numbs my fingertips and callouses the skin. I assume this is how it maneuvers inside the body without making its present fully known. I could ho on but have never looked into this condition til now. My fave doctor shot me down. Another said it was staph and mg current one said lymph node worms. That was about 3 yrs ago. I chose to stop scratching and digging away into my skin because I wanted to believe her and that they were just that. Close the book. No more thinking or obsessing. But about three weeks ago I started picking. And boy are they back. And more plentiful. And more active. And making me feel worse and freaked out. I’m not a dirty person. But we all are, really. But I wonder when and how difni get them?? Could hagf been staph from a hospital stay I had about 3 or 4 months before I found them. This was prob 7 yrs ago or so. I am going to close but I was so glad to read your post. Of course I’m not glad that you are also afflicted with this but made me feel so much better and less alone and crazy.
I wanted to add a fee things.
First I’m sorry for the typos. I hats typing and on the phone it’s the worst. I know there are typos but Ithink/hope they are pretty easily read or comprehended my Intentions without my clarifying or retyping. Not lazy. Stupid tiny keyboards and I am 57 with plenty med issues so it’s the phones fault. A.I. not so great after all. Anyway I wanted to add that I’m in California. I also noticed that you’d posted 4 months ago. I hope you check in or they notify yoj about my reply because it would be great to commiserate and compare further. You’re not alone. We might be. But you’re not at least. 
