My elderly neighbor (b. 1924) got her very first hearing aids at Costco on Saturday and came over yesterday to show them off, though they're barely visible. The sound world is more 'vivid' to her now: gravel crunching underfoot, morning birdsong, the coffeemaker, the shower water, even her breathing. And she's lowered her conversational volume by
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once, when my parents and i were out to dinner, my father, who was losing his hearing, asked the bartender if he was hard of hearing. the reply was, 'no', to which dad snapped, 'then, can you turn that radio down?!?', which elicited an, 'oh, petah!' from my mother, and the desire to study the carpeting of your father's cardiologist's waiting room, from me!
....and i'm getting closer and closer to that behavior, myself!
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A true curmudgeon should be at least a little hard of hearing. I'm ready!
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