I’m sure people told me I needed hearing aids long before now. I just couldn’t hear them. And I wasn’t thrilled about sticking little wires in my ears.
Last week, I sneaked into a hearing aid specialty store just to look around.
An hour later, I wore fancy hearing aids. For a short time, I was aware of sounds I had forgotten existed. Did you know when you rub your hands together, it creates a wispy noise? Not only that, but shoes make a clicking sound on linoleum. Wow!
My superpower was short-lived.
First off, you must know I have big, weird-looking ears. One sticks out a bit from my head. Like I’m a half Dumbo.
Second, I lose track of what I should be paying attention to. It’s called aging.
So, the techie part of my aids is supposed to lie securely on top of each of my strange ears.
My right hearing aid was dislodged and fell into the toilet bowl before I left the hearing aid store. I squeamishly fished it out, washed it in the sink and stuck it back on my ear.
That should have been a sign. Two hours later, I reached up to feel my new equipment, and they were both gone.
Maybe it was taking off my mask (attached to my unique ears). Maybe it was putting on my sunglasses. It could have been my tussle with the dogs going up the mountain.
My expensive hearing aids are somewhere in the state of Nevada. I don’t know where.
You can laugh at me now. I won’t hear you.