Now my ears are beginning to slightly hurt here and there. Very slight, but enough to be annoying.
I can't wait for my appointment today. Unfortunately, this guy I'm seeing is just going to be an opinion.
The good news is the actual surgeon I will be seeing, which was originally scheduled for Wednesday, just got pushed up to tomorrow. So, if all goes well, by tomorrow night I'll have a true plan of action.
Going under the knife scares the crap out of me, but living like this scares me even more.
Textbook case. Otosclerosis for sure, no doubt about it. Both ears.
When a doctor says immedietely after glancing at your audiology report - "Hooo boy, that's some serious conductive hearing loss!", well, you pretty much know right then and there you're fucked.
Apparantely, my estimates of 1% of the population was high, according to this doctor's opinion. Probably less than, he says.
This condition is not a sudden one. This was happing my entire life, slowly getting worse. This will surely upset all my college professors and ex-girlfriends, who thought they were simply humiliating me when asking if I was going deaf. Yep, sure was, take that.
Now, here is something interesting. There are two things studies have shown lead to otosclerosis - family history, and/or measels. Well, no one in my family, at least that I am aware of, has had this condition (Tzip, wanna correct me here?), and I certainly never had the measels. When I do things, I do it to baffle people.
Surgery is the way to go, according to doctor #2. Tomorrow I see doctor #3, who quite probably will be the person doing the cutting. One little fact that causes some concern for me: While this surgery was quite common in the 50's and 60's, medical technology and more specific diagnosis ability has lowered the numbers down to maybe 1-5 of these surgeries per surgeon per year.