You know what's worse than knowing that a preventable accident could (and without a miracle, will) affect the entire rest of your child's life? Not being smart enough to keep that information to yourself.
Yeah, he asked me today about requirements to join the army, and then concluded that he should be good to go, should he decide that's what he wants to do. Genius that I am, I responded that his hearing loss might be a problem, which disappointed him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
And yes, I looked it up, and without minor improvement in the lower frequencies and some drastic improvement in the higher frequencies, he'll be disqualified from military service. And any other job that requires good hearing. Even though is hearing is good enough that he doesn't even notice a difference. I also asked that tonight - "Does it seem like it's harder to hear, ever, that it was before this happened?" He says no. So as far as he was concerned, life goes on and he can move forward and forget about this whole ordeal, and I, the brilliant mother, shatter his dreams.
Please, please, please, get better, you stubborn little right ear!
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