You might have noticed I haven't posted in a while. And it has to do with ears.
Ears.
I got two of them. You got two of them, maybe.
Mine just stopped functioning a month and a half ago. I woke up one morning and it felt like some one had placed a large Styrofoam box over my head. Everything sounded muffled. My curse sounded muffled.
I went to the doctor. He said both ears have a skin cyst on the eardrums and it caused an "occlusion"; in other words the drums couldn't do their drum thing. And to make matters worse, they had flopped over onto my Eustachian tubes and blocked anything from draining. Liquid was pouring into my inner ears like Aunt Mildred had left the faucet in the kitchen sink on when she went with Uncle Chuck to Cleveland for the weekend. You remember. What a mess.
So he first punched a hole in both eardrum. And it drained. And then the ear drum sealed itself up like a self sealing Michelen 205/70R14C tire and I was back to square one.
Tempers became short in the Locke household. People couldn't hear me because I couldn't gauge how loud my voice was (to me it sounded fine) and everyone had to repeat everything they said to me - two or three times - and real loud. I could only watch old Buster Keaton silent movies on the tv or else have the closed caption on, which drives me crazy on a live show because the typing is always a few steps behind. My wife and I went to a regular movie and we had to see "The Artist". You know.? The new "silent" movie? It was great, by the way. I highly recommend it.
Then a few weeks ago, he put a tube in my left ear. Like a little kid gets. A tiny cobalt-blue plastic tube and it was the release of Niagara and then he took a culture from my right ear, and in so doing nicked it again so it began flowing. He couldn't put a tube in the right one until the culture came back. (It came back today - negative - but now he's checking for a fungi.)
A fungi. In my ear. Athletes ear, I guess.
So the bottom line is I can sort of hear from my left ear, but not my right. It looks like an invasive operation is in store. I don't like the words "invasive" and "my body" used in the same sentence.
I had a CAT scan also. They didn't find any cats, but thats where they found the cysts and two pools of liquid the size of Lake Superior in my inner ear.
I had to quit cantoring at church. The organist couldn't hear me. I couldn't hear him. I have laid off banjo and guitar for a while cause I can't hear them. (You'd think I could at least hear the banjo - but noooo.)
So. Anyway. Decisions will be made on the 21st of this month. In the meantime, say an extra prayer for my ears.
Who knew?
I always thought it was the thing a couple feet down that went first.
Yes. I'm speaking of my spleen. 
God bless
George