FIVE SONGS ON YOUR PLAYLIST:
FIVE FACEBOOK/TWITTER STATUS UPDATES:
As much as I love NYC, I really miss the sea. I want to go for a walk on the beach.
Being woken up at 4am for work? Not cool.
May have spent far too much time & money in this little second-hand bookshop I found today. Who cares? Old books are the best.
So tired that Mei was practically on my lap before I realised she was telling me that someone was in the lab. Oops.
Flowers & pastries & a day off makes for a happy Lana. (:
FIVE SIGNIFICANT EVENTS IN YOUR LIFE:
Well, you know, if I hadn't been born I wouldn't be here, so pretty damn important really. I was born in Honolulu, just in time for lunch. I think that meant something; I love to eat. My brother, Logan, was three at the time, and my dad wasn't even in the country. He was a high flying businessman, I never really understood what it was that he did, but he was away a lot, and whatever it was meant we had money, so both good and bad. I was, apparently, one of those loud and lively babies, once I started crawling my mom could never stop me, and I learned to talk early, and I never shut up after that, either.
I was six when I contracted meningitis. By the time that my mom realised it was more serious than just a fever, I was going downhill fast and I was basically unconscious by the time I got to the hospital. I was put into ICU and I don't really remember a lot of it, to be honest, because I was barely conscious most of the time, but my mom spent weeks there with me, my dad even came home because of it...I nearly died twice. I got better, obviously, but there were complications. It's pretty common in kids, apparently, but I lost my hearing. It wasn't gone entirely, I could still hear people talking if it was pretty quiet around and they were close by, but high and low frequencies and background noise were gone. It was...I don't think there are words to describe what it's like to suddenly have your world go quiet, especially when you're six, you've spent the past month in hospital, and you don't really understand what's going on. I mean, I'm smart, I've always been smart, but it takes more than just literal understanding to get used to suddenly being deaf.
I couldn't go back to school for ages; I had appointments with audiologists and speech therapists, because I wouldn't be able to hear well enough without that, I started to be taught lip reading and sign language, just in case my brother learned to sign too, and we'd have conversations in it, just because it was like having a secret language. I was fitted for hearing aids. I hated them. They were uncomfortable, they looked funny, and my parents had to go through so many types of incentive sticker charts to make me wear them. Sure, they helped me go back to school and see my friends again, and once I was wearing them it was pretty easy for me to function relatively normally, but they kind of...pointed out that I was different, and I hated that. I never wanted to be the girl who couldn't hear, because I think that people are likely to class people by their disability sometimes, and there's always been more to me than that. But I got used to them, and I noticed them more than the other kids did, anyway.
I was home schooled for the first year of high school; I had to have more tests, and transferring to a new, bigger environment was complicated. It wasn't terrible, or anything, I had a lot more time to run on the beach with our dog, and things like that, but it was incredibly lonely, I missed my friends, and I just wanted to be normal, so I really gunned for going into school for sophomore year, which was fantastic. It wasn't really a problem. I had to sit at the front of the class, and sometimes I needed extra notes because I hadn't quite caught everything that was said, that was about it, really. I was on the volleyball team and the yearbook committee, I had a couple of boyfriends, went to prom and lost my virginity that night, just like anybody else, really. I loved school.
I got accepted to Chaminade University of Honolulu, majoring in forensic science. I was desperate to go to college; I don't talk about it much, but I'm smart, like, super high IQ smart, since they tested that after I lost my hearing, and I'm really not happy if my brain isn't busy doing something. But it was hard to get settled in, even if the university is in the city that I great up in, and there were a couple of times in the first few weeks where I really was considering giving up. I'm glad that I didn't; once I was settled, I adored it. I made great friends, people I'm still in touch with now, I was on the volleyball team, I loved all my classes. I graduated early, immediately started my Masters degree, also in forensic science, and finished that in nine months. I don't know, I just adored the subject matter, I guess. Biology was my area of interest, and I just put my head down and studied hard. Unsurprisingly, I took started my PhD, too clearly academics was something that I loved and I was about halfway through that when the accident happened.
About eighteen months ago, now, I was in the car with my parents when we were involved in a huge accident. I'm talking five other cars, terrified of driving for life huge. Both of my parents were killed on impact, I suffered head trauma and was in a coma for a couple of days. My brother came rushing back from New York, where he was working, to be with me, because suddenly I didn't have anyone else. I had to stay in hospital a while, though, because the accident had caused my hearing to go completely. Before, it was manageable. I wore hearing aids, sure, but they made things relatively normal. That was all gone; they didn't make a difference, and I was just so glad that I'd already learned to lip read and sign, because I'd have been lost without that, and Logan acted as a translator for me when I was too exhausted to read lips. So I had to suffer through the loss of my hearing and the loss of my parents at once all incredibly traumatic, without a doubt, and there are some days when it still feels like it was only yesterday and I haven't recovered at all. Because I was already hard of hearing to begin with, my hearing loss was permanent and a cochlear implant would only have a limited affect, and we stuck around in Honolulu to deal with my doctor's appointments and sort out our parents' estate, but then Logan had to go back to work, and as much as I will always adore Hawaii, as much as it will always be my home, I decided to go with him. It was easier to be near him.
HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW:
Oh, they're really good. Sure, I miss my parents, there are days when I miss hearing, as limited as that was before the accident, but you know, life goes on, I'm not going to sit and mope about how sucky my life is, because for the most part, it isn't. I only lived with my brother a couple of months before I got my own place, because I've always had this wildly independent streak, and I didn't want to be the kind of twenty-something who was relying on their brother for everything. I finished my doctorate Dr. Lana Pearson at your service and was recruited into the FBI. I'm not an agent or anything, I'm pretty sure that being deaf excludes me from that, but I work in the labs at the New York field office, forensic examiner. It's mostly dealing with DNA from crime scenes, helping the agents out in their investigations, talking to the prosecutors, testifying in court, that kind of thing. It's so much fun, honestly. I adore it. And two months ago, after being on the waiting list forever, I got a hearing dog. I called her Mei, and she's wonderful; she makes it so much easier for me to live on my own, and to work on my own, and she's absolutely the kind of dog that is your best friend too. I love her.