Remember being a teenager and having those ridiculous (and fabulous) looong conversations about total and utter crap – just because you were enjoying the fact that you were in the company of a friend – and that they obviously enjoyed being in your company too?
One conversation I remember having more than a few times over the years with various people was whether if you had the choice – you would keep your sight or choose your hearing. I still think about it from time to time – what would it be?
Being a visual person I get an insane amount of pleasure from looking at stuff. Just stuff. If I’m feeling a bit stressed or flat – a make myself sit and find beauty somewhere around me – it may be the way the sun is hitting a glass in the dishrack, or a bird doing nothing in the window outside. The fact that flour is on the bench because I’ve just made pizza – and even though I have to go clean it up it looks kind of nice sitting on the bench as evidence.
But hearing gets you through. Music can change your mood like that *snaps fingers*. Make you feel dreamy or pumped, inspired or irritated. Rain on the roof is like heaven to me… The word love and all it means… A comforting mmm from a friend when you need an ear… Knowing that the news is about to start on the TV… Having a laugh at a good word-play joke precisely delivered… Even just blissful silence – and the fact that it’s there means everything is right in the house at this moment…
I’m scared that the choice is being made for me.
I’ve been wearing glasses since I was 16. Full time since my early 20’s. Very unglamorous, but I’ve come to terms with it and all the irritation of having something on my head constantly. They are annoying but useful, and on you go. They are a part of me now.
In the past few years strange things have been happening to my hearing. In a crowd I can’t pick out anything. You could be standing next to me and shouting, and it would be blah, blah, buzzz. It’s so incredibly annoying. Restaurants are almost unbearable to me – which is a shame because I do love a great meal and all that theatre of eating beautifully.
In the past few months things have gotten considerably worse. If my 2 kids are talking at the same time and the TV is on and my husband is calling out something from the other room – I can’t discern anything more than a loud blaghghghg. I know people want my attention it’s just that I don’t know what the hell they are saying, and it’s quite upsetting and stressful.
I must go and get my hearing checked. But glasses and a hearing aid…..Lordy.
And the worst part? The fact that it must be some kharma for stirring my beloved Dad up and telling him he really needs to get a hearing aid. Do they do 2 for the price of 1 offers Dad? Let me know….