Yesterday evening I went to my audiologist appointment. Those of you who remember these from the last clinic know that I hate audiologist appointments. They do fun things like sticking a mechanical woodpecker in your ear. Well, this audiologist did additional fun things like putting me in a chair that rotated swiftly in the dark, and under a disco ball, and with shifting red lights. All the stuff the previous audiologist did, and then some. But with a difference.
I got to hear the word, "Interesting," pronounced the way Dr.
Also, the audiologist said to me, "Did your last clinic give you any kind of diagnosis?" I said, "Communication was not their strong suit. They said it was probably like BPPV. Which is not the most useful thing to hear, 'like' and 'probably.'" He said, "Uh-huh. This is like a Chevrolet! It has wheels! Is it a Ford? Is it a bicycle? Is it a semi? Is it a vacuum cleaner? It has wheels! So it's like a Chevrolet! Probably!"
I like my audiologist.
I'm not just saying that because he thinks that this is probably a type of vestibular problem that their PT can very often provide significant help with.
But he does.
So this is a lot better day than yesterday was, even though I still have to see the doctor for actual diagnosis and discussion of treatment and all that. Even though I will still probably wobble for awhile, and I will still probably fall. It was significantly better than I feared, in results, and the good audiologist helped make me laugh through some of the more awful bits of procedure, and I have a lot of that sense of perspective back. Or rather, a reasonable sense of perspective takes me in a lot better directions than it could have. So. Is good.
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