Who knew that peeling a carrot is noisy? That crumpling a paper bag is rain on a corrugated iron roof ? That flushing the toilet is an avalanche of icicles falling into a roaring furnace?
Two days ago I started a month's trial of hearing aids, both
ears. My hearing has been deteriorating for a while now but I've got
used to it. Missing most of the dialogue at the cinema or theatre
doesn't really affect my life and when I watch tv I turn subtitles on.
Listening to music and one-to-one conversations are no problem and if
I'm in a crowded room I ask people to repeat things or else pretend
I've heard them. But my bluff is called if I'm asked a direct question
about something I pretended to hear and this is what prompted close
friends to urge me to face the issue and take action.
A few years ago I did have audio tests and was told that I'd
pretty much lost sounds in the higher register. The NHS gave me
hearing aids to be used daily but they stayed in a drawer because I
couldn't cope with the loud metallic noises they produced. Technology
has considerably improved since then and the digital babies I'm trying
out now are far superior to those clunky things I rejected. But.....will
I ever accept noisy carrots?
Meanwhile my sister in France sent me a beautiful birthday scarf/shawl and I can't resist showing it off. Thank you my Annie.