Monthly Archives: November 2013

Extra thankful

Aside from this being one of the most stressful years in my life, 2013 has also made me realize how thankful I am.  Between student teaching and my Trudy escapade, you’d think I would lose it!  If it wasn’t for each and every one of ya, I don’t think I would have never gotten through all those stressful times.

Now, not to get all sappy on everyone, but I think it’s appropriate for me to do a Thanksgiving Day post, eh?  Where do I begin to talk about how thankful I am this year?!

First and foremost, I’d like to thank my superhero who saved my life, Dr. Sacks.  If fate hadn’t led me to him, I’d hate to say it, but it would’ve been a really ugly picture.  I repeat—he saved my life, and I am forever grateful.

I also want to thank Dr. Anderson, Dr. Leonetti, and their medical teams for their expertise in removing that fat biatch from my head!  I can’t imagine having any other doctors perform that miracle like they did.

I want to thank my amazing family for their support, humor, and patience during my recovery.  I wasn’t always the sweetest girl to be around when I was on those crazy meds and I’m sorry for being snippy at times.  Thank you for making me laugh throughout all this craziness; it made it a million times easier!

I’d also like to thank my wonderful friends, who visited me, sent prayers/flowers/gifts/cards/text messages/etc, got me out of the house, and provided me with encouraging words all the time.  You know who you are!  I hope I can repay you someday.

[Wow, this is really starting to sound like I’m accepting an Oscar, huh?  “I’d like to thank the Academy…”  Too bad acting never worked out for me, this sounds pretty good!]

Thank you to the random people who read my blog.  Yes, I’m talking to you in Switzerland, Sweden, Romania, Belize, and Demark.  I’m glad you have an interest in my life with and without Trudy.  Really, I mean it, thanks for reading!

How could I forget the next guy?!  I obviously want to thank God!  Despite him giving me this rude tumor for whatever reason, he also had Dr. Sacks find it at the right time, got me through that wretched surgery, and helped me recover quickly.  I believe I am a stronger person for it!

Last, but not least, I’d like to thank my love, Ryan, who was/is the best boyfriend, nurse, friend, confidence booster, believer, calming influence, and cheerleader (wait, did I seriously just call Ryan a cheerleader?  Sorry, Ry…) EVER!  Thank you for sitting with me every day while I slept away the pain.  You are fantastic.

Aaaand, now I’m crying.  Cue the music—your speech is over, Kelly!

Hope you all have a blessed Thanksgiving with family and friends!  Thank you, thank you, thank you for EVERYTHING this year!  I really am the luckiest, most thankful, deaf-in-one-ear gal in 2013 because of each and everyone one of ya!

Now I leave you with this strange yet hilarious Thanksgiving message.  Thanks for introducing me to this in 2004, Emmy!


What?! Pardon me?! Huh?!?!

Since I’m almost 4 months post-op, I thought I’d share what has been the hardest change for me thus far.  To best honest, I’m not sure if this will ever get “better,” hopefully easier, but the hardest adjustment has definitely been my hearing loss.  Many have asked if it will ever come back.  The answer?  No, it won’t.  Unfortunately it was necessary to sever my hearing nerve when Trudy was being removed.

I am constantly making jokes about how I am “one-eared” and/or I ask people to speak in the “good ear,” but I really mean it!  I literally hear ZERO out of the other ear, so it’s extremely frustrating when someone continues to talk into it.  GET IT STRAIGHT PEOPLE, I HAVE ONE WORKING EAR—and it’s my right ear!  If you’d like to chat with me, be sure you’re speaking into my right ear or sitting on my right side!

Because of all this hearing loss, I find it difficult going out to loud restaurants, bars, movies, sporting events, and the like.  I’m discouraged because I consider myself quite a social person and this whole Trudy incident has had a major effect on my social life.  I know it sounds sort of trivial, but it’s the truth.

Even though it’s hard, I have been trying to get out a little more now that my energy is coming back.  I’ve gone out to eat several times with groups of friends, and I’ve realized the “perfect setting” for me is four people and I prefer rectangular-shaped tables.  Any group outing larger than that is pretty tough.

I’m very aware of where I sit at the table in a restaurant too.  If I place myself at the end of a rectangular table/booth, I can hear everyone at the table (for the most part).  Round tables are the pits because whoever’s sitting to my left will be ignored the entire meal and I won’t be able to hear them, like at all.  Same goes for square tables.  See what I mean?!

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My friends Amy, Leanna, and Janet reminded me this past Friday (while out to dinner in a noisy Mexican restaurant—yes, a group of 4, & yes, we sat at a rectangular-shaped table), that I will adapt to these noisy places, it’s just going to take time.  They agreed the only way to get used to it, is by getting myself out there.  Thanks for the pep talk, ladies!

I took their advice and went to one of the loudest places I know on Sunday.  Where did I go?  Soldier Field, of course!  Talk about noise!  Ryan, Katie, Rick, and I went to the Bears game and it wasn’t so bad after all, probably because no one could hear each other, haha!  Jokes aside, I am really glad I’m getting out more and adapting to this one-eared hearing.  It’s all part of this process; I just have to work on the patience part.

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