Showing our ears

Showing our ears

Check this out! Lipreading Mom asked people to show her their ears, to promote awareness of the deaf and hard of hearing community. It’s sort of a way to encourage confidence and pride for those who wear hearing aids (and those who don’t!). I follow her blog, and I love her honesty. It was a struggle for her to be comfortable wearing hearing aids, but she is doing it and she is not ashamed! She is an inspiration to me as I begin wearing my right ear cochlear implant (in 25 days). And when that happens, I’ll be sending her another picture. For now, it’s just the incision. If you’re not squeamish, click the link, scroll down until you see the back of my head with my ear pulled back. That’s me, the bionic woman! 

It appears from her website that she is still accepting photos, so I would encourage you, especially if you are deaf or hard of hearing, to submit your photo. If anything, it would be a blessing to her!

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Subtle changes

I just have to publicize this. I’ve been secretly becoming aware that my eyesight is getting better. The changes are subtle but they are becoming more frequent. I’m finding the mouse arrow faster. When I was riding in the car on the way to Dr. Hong’s office to get my stitches out, the scenery just seemed different. Clearer, like I was seeing things better. I still have a slight blind spot, but things do seem to be improving. Then today, I noticed something in the shower. This may be TMI, but My hair falls out a lot, and when it is still stuck to me after I turn the water off, I remove it and collect it on a certain spot on the shower wall, to wipe off after I get my towel. Since the damage to my optic nerves, I haven’t been able to actually see the strands of hair, but today I was! So either my hair is getting darker (not likely) or my eyes truly are better!

Healing of my eyes has been one of my most desperate prayer requests, and I am stoked to see God answering it! Praise God!

Psalm 30:2 “LORD my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.” (NIV)

Fishing for ideas

Naps, baseball, forts, and future aspirations

I took a nap today. A long nap. A Gilligan’s Island nap. You got it: I slept for 3 hours. My body must be doing some serious healing if it lets me sleep that long in the middle of the day. The thing about sleeping that hard is I have some wacky dreams. And if I could remember any of them I would tell you what they were. But alas, at the moment I’ve got nothin’.

When I awoke from my power nap, I realized the Tigers game was already in progress, and turned it on so I could watch while I made lunch and folded laundry. Mike does most of the washing and drying because the machines are down in the basement, and I do the folding and putting away. But since he was so busy taking care of me and my normal duties after I had surgery, he had gotten a little behind. And yesterday, he got caught up. (Are you bored yet? Just wait, it gets better) So today I had SIX very full baskets of laundry to fold. And while I folded, the Tigers went 13 innings and lost the game with a pitcher’s balk. (Okay, I lied, it didn’t get any better.)

Dinner was a treat. Mike grilled steaks and baked potatoes. My daughter, the semi-picky eater, loves steak, so it’s nice to see her enjoy her food. Luke likes steak too, but he would often prefer meatloaf. I thoroughly enjoyed my steak and potato, joined by a warm bottle of Budweiser Black Crown. And after we ate, we played.

Luke was given a Crazy Forts set for his birthday, which is kind of like a giant Tinker Toy set. Since Luke is grounded from video games, he has been building forts. Natalie helps too, and it’s so refreshing to see them playing and building something together. And after they build it, they crawl in and out of it, and they have a blast! When they’re done, they take it all apart and put it back in the box. Best toy ever.
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After the fort-building Natalie pulled some books off the shelf and pretended to read. The books were John Grisham’s The Client, and a collection of Sherlock Holmes’ mysteries. In the past she has said she wants to be a doctor, so I reminded her of that and said it was good that she learns to read long books early, to prepare her for medical school. She says she wants to be a surgeon, one that works on knees (Grandma Deb just had a total knee replacement and we’ve been praying for her. Natalie is fascinated, as usual.)

I asked Luke if he knew what he wanted to be when he grows up. His answer? A WWE Wrestler.

Bullies

Today we got a call from my son’s teacher. He was in trouble for fighting. We teach our kid the rules about fighting, and he is well aware of what you are not to do. But today he was in trouble for *choking* a boy. A boy from his first-grade class, who is probably as big as your typical third grader, and is also known for being a bully. My son takes after me, and is on the smaller side, only he doesn’t seem to know it. I love that he doesn’t seem to know he is smaller, because it means he doesn’t let it hold him back. So when a big 3rd-grade sized bully starts giving him trouble, the fight wells up inside him and today he just couldn’t hold it in. Of course, he’s grounded from video games and Youtube until Friday. Because though it’s good to be able to stand up for yourself, in these cases the answer is not retaliation.