ABSTRACT
Profound sensorineural hearing loss was the medical terminology. That’s what the doctors called it. They said the author caught a virus, and this was the result. She didn’t know that she was sick; paying attention to her body wasn’t a part of her childhood programming. The author had been tired, and maybe a bit achy, but it was the last few days of exams during her first year of college, and sleep hadn’t been much of a priority. She had to keep her scholarship, and a solid C+ performance her first semester was putting that in some serious jeopardy. The author assured herself that the lack of sleep was the real source of her difficulties. She resembled a drunk walking up the auditorium steps to her biology exam. Like Uncle Spank emerging from the mangle of his iron pony motorcycle to challenge taunting, whiskey-fleshed demons.
