I met with my cochlear implant surgeon this week and received what I’ve billed “The Surgery Box.” The box contains all I need to be prepared for getting cut open, apparently. The surgeon was the 11th appointment I’ve had on this journey so far (not counting the 3 ear infection appointments). The health plan is really getting a workout this year.
My first appointment was with the somber audiologist, who confirmed that my hearing had in fact taken a dump (technical term).
She sent me to an Ear Nose and Throat doctor who was called a surgeon. I thought that meant he was the one who would do the implant. But no. I was going...