Henry's ear/nose/throat doctor looks like an evil Santa Claus. He's big and round and he has a scraggly white beard and long, scraggly fingernails. He'd be perfectly cast in a holiday-themed slasher film. In fact, if he'd walked into the room today with a bloody axe over his shoulder I'd have said, "Yes, of course," and be as unsurprised as someone can possibly be in a situation like that.
But there was no axe. And he didn't "examine" Henry's ears with ice picks. Instead he said that Henry needs tubes in his ears. It will improve Henry's hearing, his speech, and his balance because it will let the fluid drain from behind his ear drums.
You're probably right, Evil Santa.
So Henry will be having some out-patient ear chopping done soon, courtesy one of the creepiest doctors I've ever met. And Evil Santa will then give Henry the gift of hearing. Maybe you aren't all bad after all, scary man.
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