The day after getting fitted with hearing aids? 25 5 20


So here's how it is..

Another nail in one's coffin is how I have begun to see this being stripped of first one of the attributes I once upon a time took for granted but which increasingly cannot be so now taken anymore
And if that is the down side the upside is that the process takes more than a day to happen: maybe a year or two or three or four...that it is a fairly slow process is everything good about it, and slowing the process down becoming one's main preoccupation...
Perhaps it all began with an audiology aged 47 with a Mr Anderson at Bolton Royal Infirmary. When he examined my hearing and the disjoint I was experiencing from one ear to other. A slight delay by probably the left compared to the right ear, which his examination revealed was to do with the fact that in his words "It looks like a Double Decker Bus has driven over the septum of your nose!" Proceeding to tell me he could perform an operation to correct the defect, which may not correct my hearing problem but that it would be like lifting a heavy weight I had been carrying for most of my earlier life since my nose was first broken.
The main point of siting this example as a precursor to what came later is to highlight how in our earlier adult years we feel ourselves to be pretty much indestructable until something akin to this happens, and as the years roll by the incidence of such events multiplies. If I search my memory cells I am also reminded of an earlier incident, aged 26, the year I believe I stopped growing, when after buying this "wardrobe carrying bag", which was really too big for the 5'7" carrier, because in order to carry it without it dragging along the floor, I had to crook my arm and raise the bag in such a way it "put my back out", meaning the sciatic nerve got trapped among the lower vertebra, giving rise to the condition known as sciatica.
Later I realized the latter problem was to do with smoking Senior Service untipped cigarettes which prompted me to switch brands to Embassy tipped cigarettes instead which helped me keep the sciatica in some kind of control if not eliminating it completely...
In order to stop smoking completely aged 62 I had to suffer a major coronary myocardial infarction, all new words for me, when fortuitously it had the same effect on my wife who at that time switched to chewing nicarette, since she had perhaps the bigger dependence but since then we neither one has pulled on the dreaded weed and so far have succeeded in avoiding lung cance caught by many friends and relatives.
So a bad news good news blog, and a good place to leave the matter there for the time being!

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