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I Have Bionic Ears
My Stapedectomy Surgery Journey
In the heart of Jacksonville, Florida, a remarkable healing unfolded within the confines of Jacksonville’s Hearing and Balance Institute. I embarked on a surgical adventure that would transform my auditory world from a muted symphony to a crystal-clear concerto.
As I lay upon the operating table, a team of skilled surgeons, their faces obscured by surgical masks and their hands adorned with sterile gloves, prepared to embark on a delicate mission — to restore my hearing. The scalpel danced across my skin, parting the way for a journey into the depths of my ear canal.
With precision and finesse, the surgeons navigated the intricate labyrinth of my inner ear, their movements guided by years of experience and an unwavering dedication to their craft. The tension in the operating room was palpable, a silent symphony of concentration and determination.
During the surgery, I was awakened, and I could hear the surgeon’s eagerness to get the surgery just right. The nurse was a little slow with the instruments, and he urged her to move faster. She apologized, but he said no apologies; you must move faster before the blood dries. Then, he said Annette, lie very still because I happened to cough. Oops! Then came the drill. It’s a wild ride to hear them drilling in your ear when your arms and…
