Hearing

So thanks to a scheduling snafu I saw the doctor but not the audiologist. I talked to the doctor for a few minutes and he scoped and stuff but says he can't really give me any real information until after my hearing test - which has been rescheduled for next tuesday.

On the positive side, no one seems overly concerned like there might be serious problems. On the negative side, 95% of tinnitus can only be "treated" by use of some sort of white noise device to mask the ringing. I gather that most of the remaining 5% can't be treated at all. Thus the occasional suicides my doctor dropped mention of. Thanks, doc!

I'm sure I can learn to live with this. It only gets annoying when the local noise level drops to almost nothing. White noise. Heck, I could probably get or make some sort of white noise file for the computer.

Such fun.

FCOMS: A New Plan

"A role-playing game? The universe is a role-playing game?" Marcus dropeed his face into his hands. Death had obviously done nothing to restore Frank's sanity.

"Exactly. And we have the truth. It is, of course, our holy duty to spread the good news."

"Huh?"

"Besides, religions are great for fund-raising and, er, surreptitious activities. Just think of the possibilities," urged Frank.

"You've gotta be..." Marcus began - and then started thinking of the possibilities. He was quiet for several minutes. Then, he began to smile. Then he began to chuckle. For Frank's benefit, he permitted himself a brief, maniacal laugh. "You may just be right, Frank. It'll take some careful planning, but this could work out even better than our original plan. Certainly better camoflage. Now where to begin?"

"I've got the first couple of steps worked out already - I've had time to think while waiting for you to show."

"Enlighten me further then, dead prophet."

"You start with a small place, a small group, just to establish your bona fides. Then, you head for IOU, just like we planned originally. But instead of the teaching jobs we had lined up before, you become campus chaplain." Frank's voice sounded smugly certain this could be done with little trouble. Marcus was not sanguine. The Arch-dean was a lady with an eye to results and the bottom line. Still...