A Bit Traumatized



We finally had a hearing test for Kean.

It has been well over a year (since before Kean got sick)

that we last had a test.

And today was a doozie.

It took two doctors-- two and two hours!

They ran several tests-- from blowing air in his ears to check the pressure

and movement of his ear drums to hooking up sensors and putting them in his ears.

They then stuck him in a soundproof booth

and while we held down his hands (to keep him from pulling out the sensors),

one of the doctors outside the booth played sounds on different frequencies.

When he heard one, he was supposed to turn his head to the left-

to a TV screen to see a little cartoon character light up and dance.

He did okay... when he wasn't screaming and crying because we

were holding his hands down.



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 He cried pretty much non- stop, poor guy.

And he still needs to wear a hearing aid in his right ear-- but since his

slacker mom hasn't made him wear one since he got sick, he's outgrown his old one

and they had to take molds for a new one.

Needless to say, the boy was spent by the time we got through everything.

He didn't even make it home.

 After a good, long nap for Keanut, we all went over to

Ron and Elly Moomey's house for a belated birthday party for Byron.

We had a meal straight out of a magazine-- picture perfect and yummy too.

 Elly even made Byron's fav-- German chocolate cake.

 The best part was the card they gave him that said something about wondering

why old men wear black socks with their sandals...

It said he is one year closer to finding out!

Looks like he's already there.