The ear infection that the beloved husband had has resulted in a profound hearing loss in both ears. I have started accompanying him on his various doctor trips to act as an interpreter. I am a master of language skills! He can’t always hear what they are saying. It’s frustrating for him and interesting for me.
I am so much better at being a champion for someone else than I am for myself. Once I take my clothes off in a doctor’s office, I can’t remember anything that he says or tells me to do. I think there is a diagnostic code for that.
The beloved husband can’t always hear what I am saying but by lip-reading or body language (or charade skills in a pinch – sounds like, one syllable) he gets the drift. Today was a big important appointment. We met with the ear, nose and throat specialist on a quest for a quick and painless solution.
When we walked in, the first thing I noticed was that everyone who worked at the practice talked loud. Then I noticed that we brought the average age down to 85 – several of the patients were on walkers. Most did not hear when their name was called the first time or even the second time. Some took a long time to get up and start moving. This was a very scary omen.
Past the big doors, things went a lot smoother. Everyone continued to talk loud and he did pretty well by himself. Occasionally I would put things into perspective like suggesting they use RotoRooter tools or asking if they have margaritas for the caregivers.
We had a wonderful, young physician’s assistant. What I liked best about her (besides her wonderful red patent shoes) is that she explained a lot. I had spent considerable time with Mr. Google on all things ear and I concluded he must have fluid in his inner ear which is rare in adults. Drum roll please — I was right!
First he had a hearing test. He went into a sound proof room with earphones and pressed buttons when he heard something, which wasn’t often. Her response to the test results was, “Wow, you really can’t hear!” Perhaps that’s not what you would like to have your doctor say but it is validating.
Next they put a scope up his nose. Think of it as a northern colonoscopy without the wonderful drugs or the exhausting poopathon the night before. The scope had a neat light on it and was fascinating. No polyps or tumors – yay!
The good news is that the loss is reversible. The bad news is that it may take up to six weeks to get his hearing back but it may happen sooner. He is on a form of prednisolone and a nasal spray. If that doesn’t work, he may need to get tubes in his ears. We are hoping for the best.
I did beg for caretaker drugs but didn’t get anywhere. I suggested that they seriously considered them as most people who can’t hear are pretty cranky.
Clipart courtesy of sweetlemon24.blogspot.com