Understanding what you hear, Hearing but not understanding….

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I have cried, yelled, fussed and griped so much on this BLOG that every one knows I am legally deaf.
I have known or met a couple blind folk. Some SEE nothing, some see forms and others can tell if it is daylight or dark.

A person who has bad eyesight can many times have that corrected by prescription glasses, and usually can see very well..
Hearing is ‘somewhat’ but not exactly like that, many folk only need amplification and they understand. I would bet that some folk reading this have a ringing or rushing noise in your head. And at times it is worse than others. At times the noise over rides the hearing sense and one does not understand.
I have a 95%+ hearing loss  along with Tinnitus (the ringing/noise) so most of the time I hear, but do not comprehend what is said.  Or worse, I think I understood and it was NOT what was said. THAT, gets me in trouble.

I do have hearing aids and they amplify, but they CANNOT CLARIFY!  Comparing: if you see writing as blurred and had glasses that made it bigger but not focused, it would still be unreadable. My hearing aids make some things LOUDER but still NOT clear. I have nerve damage.
Many times the ‘not getting it clear’ is my fault.  I ask “WHAT?” a couple times but still don’t understand and I am embarrassed to ask again so I  just ‘nod, like I understand’ and hope the message I miss isn’t life threatening.

(sometimes the deaf feel alone in a crowd)
Humans do crazy and even murderous things, and then say ‘the voices told them to do it’. 
 This is serious, so I want to be clear. I hear voices, true, I do. But I cannot make out what is said. It seems that I can just about make it out, but never do.  Since we have so much memory stored in our brain, I wonder if somehow my brain is playing something back I have heard? I mean that.

(This is Paula’s John, remembering when he was a boy)
Thursday about 4 AM I was awakened by my noises; it was the first time in months. My left ear was squealing like feedback you  hear in amplifiers, my right ear was one of the voices but in a sing-song fashion, of course none of the words were clear. I know (I think) that they are not voices, only noises that come across as muffled voices.
BUT if the the voices ever tell me something, y’all will be the first to know (after Sherry of course, I will let her laugh first!)  I hope the first thing I understand is the winning numbers to the Lottery.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go
out and buy some more tunnel.
~John Quinton~
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1982 Pontiac Firebird,  Kit?  WE must have been in GITMO when this program was on TV, I missed it.