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I had an appointment with the ENT clinic on Friday for, among other things, a repeat hearing screening. Because, in addition to my other weird quirks, I also suffer from hearing loss in one ear. Or at least it was just one ear. And now it's both! It's a huge, long story but the short version is that I've always suffered from chronic ear infections. As a result, I have a hole in my eardrum that needs to be repaired. Four years ago I was going to have it fixed but then I had twins... and then I had twins again... and then Jason left... and you know the rest.
Because I never had the ear surgery, I still have hearing loss in that ear. And now the other ear has something going on with the eardrum too and they are going to need to put in a tube. In the meantime, the doctor suggested that I use hearing aids. Seriously?! Because my house is so loud already that if I'm not hearing how loud it really is right now, I'm scared. I'd rather just not hear.
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Tomorrow morning I'm seeing a new neurologist who miraculously had appointments available immediately. This time I'm going to ask him to explain everything. It's a shame that nobody tells me anything about my own body. I wouldn't even know about the MRI results if I hadn't driven to the hospital and gotten a copy of the records myself. Hopefully I'll be getting answers soon. Next week I see the cardiologist. If there's no answer after that I'm just going to check myself into the nearest mental hospital for a little vacation.
Currently, I'm coping with my stress by eating. Oh, wait... that's what I always do.
I still crave Hershey Kisses but I'm also enjoying pie. A friend dropped off a fresh strawberry pie and I sure did consume every last bite of it myself. I did not share with the kids. In fact, I told them it was a grownup pie and you had to be at least 18 to eat it.
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