Stachu, Joe?

Grandma is doing better than last week, but we have a new problem. She has been very anxious, to the point that somehow she has damaged her hearing. Jean escorted her to Dr. Liporace on Wednesday, who prescribed some meds for anxiety and sent her to have her hearing aids checked out. So off they went to David Vreeland, who said she has had a 20 decibel reduction in her hearing since a couple of months ago. He sent her to an ENT. Joanne and George are escorting her this afternoon to the only ENT we could find (it's Yom Kippur) who would see her today. The hearing aid guy says that if we act quickly we will have the best chance of recovering any loss, but if it gets too long, it will be lost forever. There is a profound difference, and she is very upset by it. It makes her nervous to not be able to hear the conversations around her or communicate with the neighbors and people at the pool, etc. Talking on the phone is a challenge, too. Therefore, she doesn't want to be alone, which gives us a new set of problems, too. Again, prayers are in order for this to be resolved. Friday, everyone is working, so we need a plan B. Maybe she'll go with me to work for the day - we'll see..... (BTW, the title is the punchline of a joke my dad used to tell about a deaf guy)