I've had another emotionally overwhelming week. I'm sitting on my bed rubbing medicine over and around the screw on the bone behind my ear, hoping it's enough, hoping the implant has done its job when I go to Mayo Clinic tomorrow. My skin has adhered to the bone around it enough to have the Baha placed over the screw, and finally, I will have some hearing. My doctor is out of town, so I will see his resident. My ear is infected and has not improved; one day, it will look green and constantly drip, the next day, it will look like black mold is growing in it.
People come into our lives for a reason; nothing is left to fate.The above was written a couple of weeks ago:I went back to Mayo Clinic and was able to see Dr. Barrs resident. She did a full examination, cleaned out the ear, pulled some dead black skin from the inner ear, they now have me using no antibiotic but asked me to rub a small amount of ointment just on the inside of the ear. I've been faithfully following directions. Tomorrow I will see the resident again--hopefully, some good news.
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