An extremely rare case

Today was my post Op check-up. Dad drove me to Southampton Royal Hants with some kick ass tunes playing at my request. I needed the pick-me-up as I was feeling a little apprehensive as to what would be said.
As it turns out, given the circumstances it was all promising. My wounds were healing up very nicely if not more so he stated, having just undergone 2 invasive procedures in the same place.
He had a good old delve around inside my ear while my Dad looked on at the monitor screen. I wondered why he was looking a little peaky.
My consultant took away my stitches and then my dressing inside my ear where momentarily I was able to experience a huge pressure relief, only to have it almost immediately return after he threw some ointment back in the depths of where it cannot be reached.
And so my head still feels like it is under water. My voice is so loud that it hurts to speak as is my breathing. Every sound inside my body is reverberating against my ear drum and it makes me want to hide away.
On the whole he was very nice to me. He asked how I was sincerely and so I asked him if he had ever been under anesthetic because I was tired all the time. He nodded but I think he was telling porkies to make me feel better.......
Once he sorted me out he led me back to his consultancy room. twice he omitted that his colleague had made a 'big mistake' and 'a serious error'.
I'm not ready to tackle those legal consequences yet. My priority is get better, So I just said that the important thing we do is learn from them and left it at that.
He told me I was an extremely rare case, never have they seen someone like me before and what they did know they read only in text books. I always knew I was special!
I have been referred to his Physio's now and an appointment with the consultant again in 2 months time just to check up on the healing process.
Tonight I am at home. Tired. But that seems to be a reoccurring theme for me at the moment.
As well as my hearing, I find it hard to talk on one side of my mouth. I think all these new ways of adapting is exhausting in itself until I get used to things a little more. I keep forgetting that its not even been a week since my last surgery.
I told my consultant that it looked like I was finally having to make friends with patience. He smiled wryly.
However, he did shorten my rehabilitation from 9mths to 6. I give myself two.
Next time I see him I want to be able to give him my big smile and who knows, if I practice hard enough, I might even summon a wink!
On a serious note though, he gave me a prognosis of up to 2 years before I would resume any kind of normality. But he doesn't know me and its about time I discovered more about myself. I'm feeling positive that I can be full of surprises.

On another note. while I was in hospital today, my Mum was given a bag of oracles to draw out. She was obviously thinking of me at the time and the three oracles that she ended up drawing were so apt that I wanted to include the photo as a reminder.
I have also been re-visiting my Quirky Cow and Kiwi illustrations  this morning. A whole new storyboard is evolving. I can't help but think all this is leading me onto new beginnings that could help others. My Seashell is softly whispering. My task for now is to just listen.........Ironic given the topic of why this all started!