An Invincible Summer - A Woman's Journey

Test is done! It wasn’t fun but it wasn’t earth shattering either. It was larger in my head than anywhere else. I got dizzy but dizzy is not vertigo. Dizzy is off kilter and odd footed. Vertigo is stop life until the vertigo stops. Vertigo is no up and no down. I am grateful it is done. I’ve yet to hear from the doc but, from what the tech says, there was nothing in this test that would stop a surgery. Thank you for your kind words. Moving forward again.

Hi there…..it’s been awhile.  I’m here. I’m reading but just haven’t had much to write about until today. I started the cochlear process. Finally met with the ENT surgeon. He came in the room acting kind of frustrated, started asking loads of questions about my hearing, when I first noticed it, how it manifests itself, how much vertigo I’ve experienced, etc, and then, finally, said that he felt fairly confident that I had been misdiagnosed. Misdiagnosed by four different doctors. FOUR! It’s hard to say if part of this is gender bias. At least two of them were dismissive assholes but they might have been that way to everyone. Who knows? Apparently bilateral Ménière’s disease is fairly rare, and my vertigo episodes do not match typical Ménière’s disease symptoms. My air/bone gap (basically the difference between the hearing through the ear vs bone conduction of sound) is huge, which is not Ménière’s disease typical either. He was angry on my behalf but need not have been. I had more ...

DISCLAIMER!  Dudes and sqeemish ones, you may want to skip this post.  Yeast. In some cases a wonderful thing. It helps produce the most wonderous breads, beers and wines among other things. There are other times when yeast is kinda sucky. Most you ladies know what I am talking about. I just had a conversation with a young lady who complained about being uncomfortable because of a yeast infection. I, of course, had to do the proverbial 3 miles to school, uphill both ways , in the snow. I told her, “At least it's no longer a damn trip to the doctor as it was in my day. Suffering, knowing exactly what you had, having to wait for a opening, to find a doctor to stick his face where is really doesn’t belong,  only to tell you you have what you already knew you had and then send you on a trip to the pharmacy, waiting endlessly while all you wanted was a warm bath and a chance to scratch in private.” Too graphic?  I know, I know but seriously, at least now at the ...