A satisfaction that only unplugging can give
“How’s that?” He smiles and his eyes look upward, recalling what it means to listen to normal speech again.
He has become emotional. I recognise his response. It is akin to that of a child who, deaf from birth, has heard their first sound with the aid of a bionic ear.
Soon I am being revered in the same manner as the inventor. But my contribution to humanity has been more humble. I have just syringed an ear.
The plug of wax sits in the kidney-shaped dish before me. It is a visible sign of my achievement.