I feel sorry for my left ear. It’s existence since age 14 has been somewhat disconcerting, to say the least. It was around this time that I developed an ear infection. I doubt it was my first, but it definitely was the worst up to that point. It required surgery.
I was cool with this, as I thought I was pretty tough at 14. I figured I would just throw on some Bolt Thrower, scarf down some chicken McNuggets, go get my ear cut off my head and completely rebuilt, then go about my normal day. Not the case. My head felt like it was going to fall off for about two weeks after the surgery. Plus, I had to wear a hockey mask contraption on the side of my freaking head the whole time. This looked dumb. After a while the hockey mask came off and I could hear pretty well. I was happy.
This actually worked fine for a few years. And if it hadn’t been for me blasting my eardrums with loud music, both recorded and in various band situations, it probably would’ve held together a lot longer. More problems, and a second surgery. This was okay for about two years. More problems, one more surgery.
The third surgery was successful. I have about 45% hearing in my left ear. I could get higher, almost 100%, with a prosthetic device. I’m just not ready for that yet. Over time though, I will definitely consider it as an option. I love sound (and music) too much to lose it altogether.
One thing is certain though; my ear produces some crazy stuff. It is absolutely terrifying to see what comes out of there sometimes. Terrifying. But I guess that’s part of the fun. This reminds me, I need to go to the ear doctor. He is pretty cool, too. More on this later.