"He gave me my ears that I might hear the magical sound of things..."
So you may know that I had ear surgery last Thursday. The procedure is gross-sounding so I'll spare you the details, but just know that I used to have holes in my ears and they've officially been patched up. I also have stitches above my right ear now.
I am still recovering and so I feel lots of pressure on both of my ears. I expected that. Sometimes I have pain. I expected that, too. Loud, bassy noises are irritating and vibrate inside my head. I even expected something like that.
What I didn't expect was the sudden realization that our upstairs neighbor is a lot noisier than I ever knew. I had no idea she even had a t.v. in her bedroom until I tried to go to sleep Thursday night. I turned to Josh and said, "She has a t.v. up there?" And Josh said, "Yep." And I'm like, "Since August, when we moved in?" "Yep."
I have such a non-murmuring, non-complaining husband that I never guessed things upstairs were so loud. And now I think to myself at night when I'm trying to sleep and the lady upstairs is talking on the phone and the heater turns on and almost blasts me out of bed in all its glorious bassy noise and the drip outside the window just won't quit: Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Should I go get my old ears back?
No, I really do appreciate getting so much of my hearing back. I can already hear things so much better, and I haven't even finished recovering yet. The doctor told me that without this surgery I would probably need a hearing aid for the rest of my life. Can you even imagine that? I know I'm old, but I'm not that old...
Mother's Day 2017
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