The next doctor I went to see was an ear specialist. As usual, me having grown up in the country and living just outside the town that I had known all my life, was leery of what I was about to face. I had already seen this doctors credentials. They were very impressive, several universities and the military, how much more could you ask for. But as usual I was sitting in the patients waiting room wondering, thinking, contemplating and then in he comes; hair all slicked down, not one out of place and wearing a white starched doctors' s coat. I can feel the lump in my throat, then it happened he smiled and reached his hand to me to say hello. I sure felt better. His voice was kind and I can still close my eyes and see that smile today.
I was put through test after test, things I had never seen before or even heard of; as of today I do not remember the names of the tests. After the tests were all over with, I waited again in the patient room, sitting there thinking that they are not going to find anything wrong with me. The doctors before had not and I did not expect anything different.
The doctor came in, sat down and explained all the test results to me one by one. Then there it was "you have endrolymphatic hydrops" or fluid on the ear drums. I sat there and asked him, "you really found something wrong with me?". That was the greatest yes I have heard, because no longer was it a figment of my imagination, it was real. My treatment still is no salt and a diuretic.
That did not explain all the rest of my symptoms, but it was a start. Relief, I am NOT CRAZY.
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