Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
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Thank you all so much for your kind words and advice - mostly you, JZ.
Shir, have they figured out what's causing the deafness?
No. They pretty much did everything written here: [link] and that's it. (In a funny note, my mom referred to the carbogen inhalations as Zyklon B. I laughed and laughed).
Extreme vertigo is harder to adjust to than losing hearing in one ear. Have they given up on the vertigo too? Cause there are exercises and stuff that reduce that symptom, especially if it is related to ear problems.
My Mom who will be 90 the 21st has hearing loss, but not deafness and mild vertigo, and the exercises really help keep it mild.
{{{Everyone}}} I've been reading and nodding along, but I haven't taken notes.
Looking at house is exhausting and kind of discouraging at times. t /diamond shoe problem of the day
Are you buying a new place, sj?
Seska, yes. We're looking to leave the world of renting behind.
They pretty much did everything written here:
I love how medicine comes up with a name like Sudden Sensorineural Hearing Loss (SSHL), which sounds all serious and medical and means "we don't know why the fuck you lost the hearing in one ear."
I'm dealing with two knee-high dogs, one semi-feral and one who feels he must enforce dog-people hierarchy. This means a constant swirl of dogs around my feet as Mr Peabody tries to make sure I go first, he goes second and Lazarus goes last.
Ah yes, medical terms that do nothing more than state the obvious. Like fibromyalgia, which my rheumatologist was delighted to tell me meant 'painful muscles'.
Good luck with the house-search, sj! I remember from last year how tiring it is, but we've loved having our own place. Especially since it meant we could get the kitties.
Mr Peabody tries to make sure I go first, he goes second and Lazarus goes last.
Why do I find that funny? Especially with an ouchy rib, it should not be funny. Can't stop grinning at it. Hil, sorry your ribs are ouchy.
Headache still mostly gone. Yay!
I'm nodding too, jealous of the fencing watching. Tired like whoa from a "quick" run to the corner store for groceries for the next few days so Greg doesn't have to take the bus to get them tomorrow.
I think there was more, but I forgot it.
Yeah, that's probably a good hierarchy. Seabiscuit believes the through-the-door hierarchy goes, Dave, Seabiscuit, me. It's possible this is because I still say, "Excuse me" to the dog. It's not my fault! I was raised to be polite!
Why do I find that funny?
It is funny, although we sometimes come to a dead halt in the narrow hall.
I say "excuse me" to the dog. Sometimes I absentmindedly say "excuse me" to furniture.