It has been a long Road, and I am fortunate and blessed.

I can remember when I first noticed my hearing was going. Sherry and I were watching a Christmas Special on TV featuring ‘Peanuts’ comic characters. Snoopy was ice skating and the TV screen was split showing him skating, and the source of the music, a man whistling. The whistling stopped but I could still see the guy trying to whistle (I thought).

“That must be embarrassing!” said I.

“What?” asks my love.

“Losing your whistle on TV!” retorted I (Thinking there was no WHISTLE)

“What do you mean, he is still doing a good job whistling!”

My high frequency hearing was gone, and I didn't know it.

A couple years later I bought a repossessed Diesel truck from the bank. I was a proud contractor. (always cheap).

I took my girl a ride to show off my new (to me) truck. “Amazing isn’t it?” I asked. Then explained my statement, “How quiet this diesel is!”

“You are daft, this is a loud piece of a truck.” (Only I think she said piece of junk, she says she didn’t, but what do I know I was just realizing I had now lost my low frequency hearing.)

Time continued, loses increased and I got hearing aids, they helped. But eventually the hearing got so bad I found myself becoming a sort of a recluse. Even to the point of watching a men’s room at a restaurant (counting the ins & outs) to make sure no one was in there before I entered (Men feel obligated to talk in the toilet and I felt ‘stupid’ when it would happen).

It is a common attitude in the world, a person hard of hearing (That one does not know) is assumed to have a mental problem. That is not fair, but it is true!

So Friday morning I was to find out if the ultimate (for us with a ‘profound loss) was going to benefit me (and my family).

So the results?

I hear now, voices are more like Donald Duck, but they are steadily getting better. I can hear the turn signals now,  so I might not leave them on forever.

 

Life is good to me. I am the most blessed guy in the world, good health, a good family and the sweetest lady in the world to live with.

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Going back to when I could hear, My first car, 1948 Chevy convertible.