I have always had ear problems ever since I was a youngster. As far as I can remember I have been getting ear infections constantly. I practically lived in the pediatric care when I was little and got to know the doctors and nurses pretty well. The doctors had to change my antibiotics several times because my body became immune to some of them. At the age of four I had my first ear surgery. I had tubes put in both ears and as a four year old it was the worst experience ever. I had to wear earplugs in the shower and in water. My family went to the local pool and lakes constantly and it was embarrassing having to wear ear plugs. After a year of so the tubes were gone, but not for long. When I was seven the doctors decided I needed tubes put back in my ears. So once again I had tubes put in both ears but this time they were permanent until the doctor decided to take them out. I had them in my ears for about a year in a half when the doctor decided to take them out. The doctor used a tool and reached in my ear and ripped them out. Taking them our hurt more than putting them in, and when the doctor took them out it made a loud ripping noise in my ear. I thought I was finally done having ear problems and surgeries, but once again I was wrong. When I was eleven years old, the doctor realized that something more than tubes had to be done. So he ordered me to have another surgery where they would take my adenoids out and put tubes back in my ears. This surgery was the most painful of the three because I couldn't swallow for about a week. Over the next couple years I had follow up checkups and the doctor always told me things were looking good, until I was fourteen years old. The doctor informed my mom and me that my eardrum had experienced some damage and that it needed to be reconstructed. I would need about a week to recover so my mom had the brilliant idea of scheduling it during spring break. After the doctor described the surgery I was pretty nervous. After waking up from surgery I was in immense pain. I just remember the nurse asking me, "On a scale of 1to 10 how bad is the pain." I replied to her 8 and they gave me more pain killers. I haven't had an ear surgery since that one, and I believe my hearing has improved.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Ear Problems
I have always had ear problems ever since I was a youngster. As far as I can remember I have been getting ear infections constantly. I practically lived in the pediatric care when I was little and got to know the doctors and nurses pretty well. The doctors had to change my antibiotics several times because my body became immune to some of them. At the age of four I had my first ear surgery. I had tubes put in both ears and as a four year old it was the worst experience ever. I had to wear earplugs in the shower and in water. My family went to the local pool and lakes constantly and it was embarrassing having to wear ear plugs. After a year of so the tubes were gone, but not for long. When I was seven the doctors decided I needed tubes put back in my ears. So once again I had tubes put in both ears but this time they were permanent until the doctor decided to take them out. I had them in my ears for about a year in a half when the doctor decided to take them out. The doctor used a tool and reached in my ear and ripped them out. Taking them our hurt more than putting them in, and when the doctor took them out it made a loud ripping noise in my ear. I thought I was finally done having ear problems and surgeries, but once again I was wrong. When I was eleven years old, the doctor realized that something more than tubes had to be done. So he ordered me to have another surgery where they would take my adenoids out and put tubes back in my ears. This surgery was the most painful of the three because I couldn't swallow for about a week. Over the next couple years I had follow up checkups and the doctor always told me things were looking good, until I was fourteen years old. The doctor informed my mom and me that my eardrum had experienced some damage and that it needed to be reconstructed. I would need about a week to recover so my mom had the brilliant idea of scheduling it during spring break. After the doctor described the surgery I was pretty nervous. After waking up from surgery I was in immense pain. I just remember the nurse asking me, "On a scale of 1to 10 how bad is the pain." I replied to her 8 and they gave me more pain killers. I haven't had an ear surgery since that one, and I believe my hearing has improved.
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