Pondering on and on
It was early in my hard of hearing adventure. I was still reeling from being suddenly stricken. I was queasy and despondent, trudging each day with ever fading hope that my hearing would somehow miraculously return. The doctors already assured me that it would not.
Holding on to false hope when you know it is false is a terrible place to be.
But I kept waiting. Holding on to false hope when you know it is false is a terrible place to be. I was physically whipped, having suffered multiple bouts of vertigo that rendered me ever off balance and, it seemed, perpetually nauseous from the spins. So strange. Motion sickness without the motion. Ugh. I felt so sick. So defeated. Read more