So far, in your short time on this earth, you haven’t proven to be the world’s best listener. There’s always been an internal “will vs skill” argument I have with myself as you crawl out of bed at 9:15 P.M. (for the 56th time time since we originally put you down at 7:45). I ask myself- “Does he just do whatever the hell he wants all the time, or does he just not understand?” As you’ve gotten older I’ve become much more comfortable believing that you know exactly what you’re doing at all times.
Well, as it turns out, you can’t really hear us either.
Recent visits to specialists have helped us determine that your hearing is at about 60-70% of what it should be, and because of this, you’ll be having a short surgical procedure tomorrow morning to fix the issue.
They’ll have to put you under, and I’ll admit, I’m a little worried. It’s not that big of a deal, a fairly routine procedure in which they’ll be inserting tubes into your ear canals, then scanning your brain to make sure they’re working. It’s still anesthesia- and if anyone can defeat the chemical sandman and wake up during surgery, it’s you. You haven’t held still for an entire hour in your life- and that includes time spent in utero. No matter how small the issue, I can’t stomach the thought of one of you in the hospital. We once spent a week there when your brother had to have a dangerous infection removed from his pelvis. While the staff was helpful, attentive, and borderline angelic, it was still hell to see Micah in pain. Even worse, as much as chicks dig scars, he can’t even show this one off without pulling his pants down… and that’s not allowed until you’re… I don’t know… we’ll just say 40.
The worst part about this is that they don’t want you to eat before the procedure. Let me apologize ahead of time for this. Only in the event of a medical emergency would your mother and I even entertain that type of request. God only knows what type of person you are without eating first, and second breakfast.
I know you’ll be fine, I just know you need someone to be afraid for you since you’ve never been scared of anything in your life. Love you buddy, and I look forward to you hearing my voice for the first time, in all it’s glory, when I’m yelling at you to get back in bed tomorrow night.
Wyoming born. Arizona raised. Believer. Husband. Dad. Sports Reporter. Pineapple hater. Trying to live a life of gratitude.