Well...it kinda worked.
Concerned FOPs, and a multitude of confused first-time visitors, will be pleased to learn that yesterday's operation was a half-success.
Half because what was supposed to be a permanent fix will improve my left-ear hearing marginally, and for an unspecified "while." (Note to Nick and Frank--don't throw that hearing aid away just yet; put it in a place where we can easily find it someday.)
Half because Dr. Jamie Rappaport discovered that the all-important nerve that controls all my facial muscles was too effin' precariously close to his operating area. Uhh, too risky, said he.
Good call, Dr. Jamie!
And while not being able to smile or blink anymore would've made me a perfect candidate to be a judge on American Idol or America's Got Talent (or serve in America's Senate), it would perhaps render me less effective doing things like running Airborne Entertainment, giving rousing motivational speeches, playing goalie, being a Dad, directing the Just For Laughs Gala Shows...you know, somewhat important stuff like that.
So, you may still need to shout at me once in a while.
But at least I will still be able to smile at your exasperation...and blink as I feign to not understand what the hell you're screaming about.
(We now return to this Blog to its regularly-scheduled subject matter...)