Today was a day of great expectations, as I had an appointment with Dr. Harry, known to most as "The Dive Doctor." I took it as a good sign that I managed to wake up and make it to the train on time. It was an hour-long train ride from Cronulla to Bondi, which I used to study for tomorrow's Equipment exam (I sound just like a good student).
I arrived for my appointment at 11:30 on the dot and filled in all the necessary paperwork. After confirming that I am not and will not be pregnant, I was called into Dr. Harry's office. He took a look in each of my ear and without pause told me.
"You've got a huge hole in your eardrum."
Awesome.
He went on to tell me that you can see clear through to my middle ear (Physiology of Diving!) and said that it'd heal -if I'm atrociously lucky- in three months. I damn near cried. I could tell he felt bad for me, but there's nothing to be done. He did me the favor of drawing a picture of my eardrum (see below).
I let Carl know what had been said, and rang my mom in the States so she wouldn't worry. On my way back to the train station, I spotted a guitar shop that I hadn't seen when I first walked past. And like any responsible adult in a time of crisis, I bought a guitar. Not particularly fancy but it'll help me cope with being away from my acoustic at home. Had a spot of trouble with the train (I'll master public transit someday), and stopped in the bakery on my way home.
It's been a quiet night. Lois and I stayed in, her with a movie and me with my new guitar. Hopefully we haven't gotten too cocky about our exam tomorrow, as Peter says it's the one that most people fail. I've finished all the reading, so I'm feeling somewhat confident. And I think I absorb more information now that there's another hole in my head.
Yours in Self-Deprecating Humor,
Robert
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