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Every year at Halloween I remember the day I went deaf.
My hearing had been in a steady decline for three decades, but it was on Halloween of 2008 that I realized it was irretrievably gone.
I had started a new job two months earlier, and learning the routines had been stressful. Once I mastered the systems, I began to realize just how hard the actual job was, with too many elements and too many deadlines. I could tell it was affecting my health, but I was only two months into it. No turning back.
On Monday, I had a routine flu shot. I began to feel woozy that evening, and by Tuesday I was dizzy and slightly nauseated. I attributed it to the flu shot. By Wednesday my ears were blocked. I was also hypersensitive to sound. This wasn't the first time I'd had those symptoms, and they usually indicated a downward fluctuation in my hearing. I made an appointment with my ear, nose and throat doctor for Friday morning.
I live in New York, and my trip to the doctor was two subway rides. It was morning rush hour and Halloween, a frenzied combination. Teenagers in makeup shouted and roughhoused. Two businessmen hung over my seat talking loudly. A panhandler in a wheelchair hollered his pitch for donations right next to me. The noise was overwhelming. I covered my ears with my hands and shrank down into my seat.
I had been gradually losing my hearing for almost 30 years and I had seen the same doctor for most of them. He'd put me through every test imaginable over the years, including three MRIs and a full-scale autoimmune series. No diagnosis. At first the loss was just in my left ear, but then my right started to go as well.
At this visit, my hearing was so bad that I couldn't hear him even in his quiet examining room. He wrote questions for me on his computer. A hearing test confirmed the worst.
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