Why So Serious?
An excerpt from Chapter 2 of Happy Now: Let Playfulness Lift Your Load & Renew Your Spirit by Courtney Ellis
Used with permission of Rose Publishing
I take myself too seriously, probably because I’m a human being. –Maeve Higgins
“How’d your doctor’s appointment go?” my husband Daryl asked as he loaded the dishwasher.
“Oh, fine,” I said. “He’s sending me to an audiologist for tests since the ringing in my ear might signal hearing loss.” I passed him a handful of spoons from the sink.
“Any idea what’s causing it?”
“Probably a virus. Or an autoimmune reaction. Or maybe—ha ha—a brain tumor.”
With three kids and three jobs between us, Daryl and I don’t go to the doctor unless we discover a really weird mole or break a bone. So when my right ear started ringing—a loud, unyielding, high A-flat—I ignored it. It didn’t hurt. Plus, our two oldest were late for swim lessons.
But when my nearly deaf grandmother and I went out for lunch and she asked why I kept yelling—I couldn’t hear her over the din of the restaurant—I figured it was time for a checkup.
An audiologist confirmed my hearing loss and sent me back to the original doc, who ran again through the list of possible causes. The autoimmune reaction was rare.
“It could be a virus,” he said. “But you haven’t been sick. At this point—”
“I’m thirty-six years old,” I protested. “Are you really saying I might have a—” my voice dropped to a whisper “—brain tumor?”
He waited a beat. Looked me straight in the eye.
“Premature,” he said at last. “We need more tests.”
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