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October 25, 2008
Somewhere during my flight from Prince Edward Island to Montreal, I noticed that everything around me sounded as if it were submerged underwater, hidden in a thick tube-sock. I swallowed several times, the traditional "cure" for ear-weirdness, considered doing that horrible haarrrnnkkk-hraaarnnnnkkk barnyard animal noise, and thought that maybe everyone on the plane, including the plane itself, had decided to just turn it down several notches to accommodate my need for quiet. It wasn't until people all around me started talking, sounding like they were 50 feet away instead of five, that I realized: I was going deaf.

Continued 10/26