This is what your ear drum looks like. The vertical thing is one of your hearing bones. I have to say, the anatomy of the ear is a total mystery to me. I keep reading about it, and I keep not understanding it. There are ligaments in there. Ligaments attach bone to bone. The hearing bones are suspended and attached by ligaments. What eludes me is how is the eardrum attached to the ear canal? Or is it?
Anyway, the hole did not close itself.
Although Jim and I both heard the surgeon say two weeks ago that the hole was in the center of the graft, apparently it's not. It's off to one side. I'm obsessing over this a little because I still don't know if it's on the very edge of the graft. Actually, I don't know if that's important, either.
When my heart went bad, I went to school on flutter and fib. I learned to recognize a flutter wave on an EKG. I actually knew that one of my cardiologists was misreading an EKG and that the drug he wanted me to take was not safe or effective. The heart stuff I could understand. The ear is just confounding me.
The surgeon did the paper patch myringoplasty today. We go back in two weeks to make sure it's still in place. It can take up to six weeks for the hole to close, if it does. The thought of staying here for another six weeks is depressing the hell out of us. Dr. Duong is funny, he seems to think we're based here and that we go and come back here. So far we're not clearly communicating the fact that we want to get the hell out of Dodge and head south.
If the patch doesn't fix it, the next escalation is to harvest fat from the ear lobe, and create a plug. Again, the hope is that the hole closes over the plug. If that fails, then I have no idea.
So, for the next six weeks, I'm still showering with the cotton ball, the Vaseline, the band aid and the dixie cup over my ear. This is getting old.