Saturday, February 25, 2012

Family complaint

Deafness has always run in my mother's family. Practically all of us have trouble hearing. I have had hearing aids for a long time, and especially wore them to teach, so I could hear my students. Most of the time though, I got away without them. I think those days are over. My yoga teacher, Denise, has long complained that I don't follow instructions. Odd because I strain to hear and follow every word. Guess I can't hear a lot of them at all, so last night and today in her class I wore the hearing aids. Result? Much better, according to her. I frankly had no idea she was saying things I couldn't hear. When people turn their backs and speak, it is often lost to me entirely. It's time to admit it and accept the technological boost.

6 comments:

marly youmans said...

How about a Victorian ear trumpet? I think those things have style!

Robbi N. said...

I've heard stories from older relatives about my grandmother on my mother's side who had one of these, and used to back up her victims into the nearest wall and chat away, oblivious. They had to yell into the trumpet, which was, unfortunately, totally ineffective. My mother was humorously deaf as well. I say "humorously" because my son does a dead on impression of his grandmother responding to queries about her day by asking "Chicken breast?" Of course, dementia probably had a little to do as well with those non sequitors.

marly youmans said...

Lovely!

No wonder they appear in novels.

Robbi N. said...

Ear trumpets, you mean?

marly youmans said...

Yep, the great morning glories--the comedy of them in and out of place.

Robbi N. said...

Grin. I like that image.