I finally got into the ENT (Ear, Nose, Throat) specialist the other day. A rather interesting experience…
My childhood doctor told me to never stick anything in my ear that was smaller than my little finger, lest you do serious damage. So the only reason I let this guy near me with a long piece of metal like a cake-skewer was the fact that he was a professional.
So he’s rumaging around in there and he says, quite satisfied (oh, gross), “Hear comes that ear wax!”
And he proceeds to pull out a clump about the size and density of a champagne cork*. Oh, the humiliation!
On the downside, it seems I need to go get a further battery of tests. One including a MRI at a local hospital; which thrilled me slightly, as I thought, “Just like a House episode!”
He thinks I do have Meniere’s Disease. Which is fine, I can live with that. Life won’t be any different with the diagnosis. I’ll just be able to give the damn thing a name now.
*A slight exaggeration. Only slight, mind.
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11:50 am
I’ve been watching a lot of Shrek lately – I always giggle at the part where Shrek pulls wax out of his ear and then lights it and puts it on the dinner table.
12:32 pm
When you are sick with something yucky, all you really want (apart from to get better) is a name to call it by.
6:34 am
My uncle has Meniere’s; he controls it pretty well with diet, but has lost nearly all of his hearing. He was diagnosed a few years ago after a “fall attack” got him hospitalized.
6:00 am
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