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Miscellany

Hi! Man, I have been slacking with posting here (or anywhere, really) lately. I actually thought about taking a little hiatus while I try to focus on some other aspects of my… Read more Miscellany

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Oh, hello!

Happy New Year, and all that jazz. Here is something I have been pondering lately: I tend to be (over)sensitive to the way people smell. I really dislike smelling bad breath and gross body odor. I’m not averse to all body odor, I mean, I spent part of my youth in Vermont, among pot-smoking, dreadlocked, and wool-sweater-wearing people. But I’m getting off track. What I’ve been contemplating is how I haven’t ever noticed any of my doctors smelling bad. Or smelling much at all, for that matter. I wonder if… Read more Oh, hello!

Deaf As A Post – Part 2

Throughout my late teens and most of my 20’s, I lived in ignorant bliss when it came to my ears.  My “bad” ear was stable enough that it didn’t bother me.  Once in a while I would have nagging thoughts about the cholesteatoma coming back, so I would make an appointment with my ENT to reassure myself. He was affiliated with Yale, so I figured he would know what he was doing.  He said my ears had obviously been through a lot but that things looked fine. All the time… Read more Deaf As A Post – Part 2

Where it all began – The story of my birth.

It was a dark and stormy night… No, just kidding.  It was a sweltering midsummer afternoon when my mother’s contractions began.  My father’s cousins had come over to swim in the pool that day and through the window my mother could hear them laughing and splashing as she lay on the bed.  She would have been out there with them, cooling off from the heat, but she hadn’t felt so good and needed to lie down.  When my father came home from work a couple of hours later, he would… Read more Where it all began – The story of my birth.

Dr. Hulnick

My first plastic surgeon was Dr. Hulnick at St. Christopher’s Hospital for Children.  I had 5 surgeries with him, the first when I was barely 3 months old and the last when I was 6.  I don’t remember what he looked like, but I do remember him being a big part of my early life.  I was just shy of 9 years old when he died.  My mom wept and wondered out loud what were we going we do?  I had no idea at the time – in fact, I… Read more Dr. Hulnick

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