Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I bring Sam down to get his ears checked at the E.N.T. I hate going there. This isn't the hospital where he had his operation and all of those many, many MRI's. But it's right by there... and, even after all of these years, it stirs a lot up.

His ears haven't bothered him in a few months. In fact, they haven't bothered him since making this appointment. But it bothers me.

Before his operation, his ears were one of the things, maybe the only thing, we had checked over and over and over again.

Back then, there were other symptoms that eventually developed, and went unrecognized by his then physician, for far too long - and there is nothing remotely like that today.

I know that if anything, he maybe, maybe has a problem with his ears.

But this still bothers me.