Yesterday was not a good hearing day. Continue reading
Does that happen to you?
I’m sitting in, say, a rink watching my son play hockey. I position myself just so that my good hearing ear is next to the people I sit beside so I can hear them if they choose to comment about something.
(Ok, a lot of cheering and yelling goes on during a hockey game, but you know what I mean.)
We’re at this most crucial time during a game. It could go either way: if we score, we win. If the other team scores, we lose.
THIS is the time my hearing aid battery decides to give the three-alarm beeps to announce death is imminent.
I. Hate. That. Continue reading
It’s the bickering that will be the end of me. Continue reading
Something is bugging me. My tween is mumbling under his breath. Often. Continue reading
Seriously, it hardly ever occurs to me to actually like something about my hearing loss. Yet just this morning, I realized something amid some unpleasant noises the kids were making: I do occasionally rather like the fact that I have a hearing impairment. Continue reading
Something weird is happening to me.
I am not obsessed, distracted or down about my hearing loss lately. How can this be? Continue reading
The other day my partner mistakenly took my reading glasses and went to the rink.
I did not know this at the time and spent 20 minutes looking for my readers.
My readers are a special prescription that allow me to read small print while wearing my distance contact lenses.
They are not drugstore type readers you can pick up for 20 bucks. Continue reading