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Something was not right with Whitney's ear. It wasn't that she could not hear... In fact it was quite the opposite. Noise was overwhelming her. It was as if her inner volume had been turned up to 11, when supposed to never surpass 7. Although our insurance would not cover such a visit, Whitney needed to see a doctor, so she went. The doctor asked her what was wrong and she told him that there was something wrong with her ear. He asked if she was having trouble hearing and she politely responded, "No." "In fact," she told the doctor, "I hear too much." "What?" the doctor asked. "Did you say that there is something wrong with your ear?" Without hesitating he rudely left the conversation and went to his drawer to draw out his trusty bell. He drew the noise maker near to Whitney's dear stapes and rang and rang and rang the metal, sending deep vibrations into Whitney's sensitive auditory canal. "No, no, no." Whitney said to the doctor. "I can hear the bell. In fact, your ringing is hurting my ears, not helping them." The doctor responded, "Didn't you say that there was something wrong with your ear?"