You know you’re getting old when the new hearing aids which were just fitted today, make you realise just what you have been missing for years!
No, I don’t mean the sound which is made when you scratch your eyebrow or head. That’s the equivalent of a rasp being dragged over metal! But just the everyday ordinary things. Like the click of keyboard keys for instance. Do they really make that noise?
And if Max barks at the door again, I’m seriously considering a muzzle!
Thankfully I only have to wear these contraptions for two hours today. Increasing an hour each day until it all becomes quite blase and old hat. I think.
At least I can watch TV with the sound level at 6 instead of 26. Big difference.
Yes. I think I am starting to look at the positives. No more lip reading in a crowded room, smiling and nodding as if I understood the gist of the conversation in progress, but sadly hearing only a word or two.
Heaven preserve me from being too vain to wear these quite small hearing aids which sit behind my ears. I am reminded constantly of an acquaintance who is 87 and almost had an apoplectic fit when I suggested perhaps some assistance was required for her hearing. We spent a weekend away in Warburton and her constant shout of “I can’t hear you!” cured me of ever getting to that stage through any personal vanity on my part.
Maybe now would be the time to renew contact. I could always exclaim “Please don’t shout!” as I show off my super duper new tiny ear pieces. Hopefully it could motivate her to seek some assistance herself.
Good one Sande. So happy to see you are actually enjoying your newfound hearing. I’m sure as you get used to the aids, you’ll like them more and more.