Thursday, April 19, 2018

It wasn't a wasted call

So I started digesting the information I gleaned yesterday, and I realized that the phone call was not a wasted effort.  I realized that those 30 - 60 seconds of conversation actually provided a wealth of detail.  Now I may be grasping at straws, and I have not had a chance to run any of this by my ENT, but, hear me out.  When I was going into 5th grade, I came down with poison ivy.  Well, it turned into a secondary bacterial infection.  I remember it being all over my body, from the top of my head to the middle of my thighs.  I remember it going into at least one ear (I keep thinking left).  You know how a riverbed dries and cracks?  It kind of looks like a mosaic?  That's what my skin looked like.  It was nasty.  And painful.  I remember the pain. 

Anyway, the scans my ENT did show mild chronic infection in my mastoid on the left side.  Now, I have no symptoms.  However, sometimes, I get this nasty smell in my nose that I can't get rid of.  What if (and this is a big what if, but it's possible), that stuff that shows up on the scans, is actually scar tissue from that nasty childhood infection, and what if, when the Meniere's kicks in, the excess fluid causes it to soften up, and then the smell come out.  It's a thought.  I know, it's a stretch, but it's worth investigating. 

So, there you have my thoughts for the day.  They are random, crazy, and probably way off base, but I had to put them down, because who knows, they might just lead somewhere. 

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