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Cyborg Ear, Cyborg I: A Memoir of Passage |
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Steroids
The remaining weeks of July 2001 are a blur of doctor's appointments and large machines peering intently into my skull, happily mapping out my head's most secret contours in binary code. I am tanked on steroids. The best medical thought has it that my little left cochlea is swollen and that messing significantly with my hormones will make it feel better. A few days after I come back from Tahoe with broken ears, a neurotologist writes me a prescription for huge doses of prednisone and tells me solemnly, "Don't make any life decisions while you're taking this stuff." I quickly find out why. When I take sixty milligrams at exactly 10:30 in the morning, as per prescription, it's like chugging a full thermos of coffee. My heart races. I start nervously rubbing the back of my neck throughout the day. I pace around in tight little circles while waiting for things to come out of the office printer. My muscles start to feel tight and dense, and I begin compulsively flexing my biceps, not because I want to build them up, but because they just want to move, dammit. But most of all, I'm some other, weird person. I'm sobbing in my car, sobbing in bathrooms, sobbing on my couch at home. To be sure, anyone would grieve for their lost ears and fear an uncertain future, but these feelings are like a liquid red slash flung across the beige fabric of my life. Normally I am formal, correct, restrained, a classic INTJ, the wryly funny analytic type. But the prednisone has wrenched me as open as a conch shell. Tiresias Months later, on the morning of activation, I am having breakfast with Paula in the Hobee's restaurant in Palo Alto. We talk about those first few weeks after I lost my hearing. "Now that I look back on it," I say, "I'm finding it hard to recover what it felt like. Those feelings of grief and fear were overwhelming. But I was in complete overdrive from steroids. I'm not sure yet how much of that time I can accept as being me." Paula replies, "Now you know how it feels to be a woman." Page 1 >> Page 2 >> Page 3 >> Previous Week |
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