Old Enough

Last Friday I had a two and a half hour balance test. It was such an odd event. My eyes were being photographed the entire time; through the moving platform, watching the moving red spot on the wall, the blowing of hot and cold air in my ears, and having to alphabetically name boys names, book titles, countries and states immediately after the cooling and heating up the middle ear. "Schedule an MRI," I was told, "You might have a brain tumor."

Yesterday after the MRI, a no-nonsense otalayngologist, told me that she couldn't see a brain tumor. She will call again today to verify that diagnosis after a Radiologist reads the results also. "Get a cane and a hearing aid." "How old did you say you are?"

Old enough, apparently.