Mixed emotions, part five
I have gotten so accustomed to the tinnitus I can write through it. This was not the case a few weeks ago. An improvement?
I am supposed to call to get an MRI set up tomorrow morning. Here’s hoping they can get me in soon…I suppose. There are two possible outcomes as I understand it: either they don’t see anything, and I learn to live with it, or they see an acoustic neuroma and I get to consider surgery. The “nothing” is more likely by all accounts. Idiopathic unilateral tinnitus happens.
It’s loud today. I wonder if somehow being out in the wind at my son’s lacrosse games set it off. I hope I can sleep tonight.
The short I’m doing to send in for an Untreed Reads story call is fun. That’s probably half the reason I can work through the annoyance–not sure how I’d do on the novel, it’s at that stage where things have to start bending in a particular direction, always slow work for me. I start second-guessing: do I really want this ending and not that one? There’s no such thing as a point of no return with novels (you can always rewrite) but there are definitely points of This Will Be A Pain In The Butt To Undo.