I've been told that what you do on New Year's day is important because it is a microcosm of what you will be doing for the entire year. I'm really hoping this isn't true.
I'll be the first to admit that I've become spoiled by having full use of all of my senses. None of the senses should be taken for granted. Image Union made sure that I appreciate my sight. Today, I flew home from visiting my girlfriend. I got sick on New Year's Eve. When we were descending down into LAX, my ears decided to forgo the usual pressure equalization process. I can't say that I agree with their decision.
The only thing more surprising to me than the loss of my ability to hear was the fact that when we landed, neither of the people sitting to my left and right were covered in blood. I was pretty sure that violent streams of blood were shooting out of my ears during the decent, but apparently the intense pain I was feeling was a bit misleading.
I'm sure this condition is irreversible, so I'm going to go practice my sign language and lip reading. I'll be honest, I'm hoping that I'm a natural at lip reading because I don't think any of my friends know sign language, save for a few vulgar phrases that I don't think will help clarify any questions I may have for them.