Really, there is a
connection.
I wear glasses, but the
time between needing glasses and actually wearing them is somewhat protracted.
I first noticed the need for glasses around the time they ended commercial whaling, when my 20/20 vision began
showing signs of fraying around the edges like the cuffs of a well-worn shirt.
Naturally, I panicked, and ran to the opticians to get glasses. I wore them
for about 20 minutes before deciding the inconvenience wasn’t worth they
pay-off; I could deal with frayed cuffs.
Fast forward, oh, twenty-five years or so.
Fast forward, oh, twenty-five years or so.
The deterioration of my
distance vision is now in danger of shaking hands with my middle-age myopia. I
am still going to opticians and still getting updated pairs of glasses and
still leaving them in the cases. Over the years I have built up an impressive,
if expensive, collection.
Then, during one of my
routine optician appointments, I let slip that I didn’t actually wear my
glasses. The optician was shocked. She marched me outside and had me look down
the street. Then she handed me my glasses and made me put them on.
“See what you’re
missing,” she said.
I have worn them ever
since.
Fast-forward another
half dozen years (crikey, where do they all go?).
I am at the optician again, waiting for my appointment when my eyes stray to a brochure about their range of hearing aids.
Unlike my eyesight, my
hearing has been dodgy since I was a youngster. It started out fine, but I did my
level best to bugger it up, and I succeeded admirably considering I lacked the
advantage of today’s youth with their ability to mainline 100,000 decibel
thrash music directly into their eardrums (NOTE TO SELF: Invest in Hearing Aids
Inc.).
I am at the optician again, waiting for my appointment when my eyes stray to a brochure about their range of hearing aids.
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Accordingly, I have had a hearing aid for some time; I just never wear it.
Like my incrementally
failing vision, I found I could compensate for the hearing loss, and as it
became more pronounced, I compensated more. Occasionally I would try the
hearing aid, but after a day or so I unfailingly decided I liked compensating
better.
In the optician’s
waiting room, however, it occurred to me that, perhaps, I had hit a tipping
point—there were several indicators:
A) I had increased the volume on the telly until I was in danger of being hit with a noise-abatement order and now rely on the subtitles, and not simply to translate Geordie accents,
2) my wife was noticing my voice getting louder and louder and claimed that, in public places, I was all but shouting at her, and
Lastly) I myself was becoming wary of leaving the house on my own because I relied on my wife to handle any transactions that required talking to people.
And so, I proposed to give my hearing aid another try and, on a whim, asked for a hearing appointment during my eye appointment so I could assess what sort of progress had been made in the Audio Augmentation Arena over the past decade. I didn’t do this with the intent of purchasing, but that is, naturally, what happened.
A) I had increased the volume on the telly until I was in danger of being hit with a noise-abatement order and now rely on the subtitles, and not simply to translate Geordie accents,
2) my wife was noticing my voice getting louder and louder and claimed that, in public places, I was all but shouting at her, and
Lastly) I myself was becoming wary of leaving the house on my own because I relied on my wife to handle any transactions that required talking to people.
And so, I proposed to give my hearing aid another try and, on a whim, asked for a hearing appointment during my eye appointment so I could assess what sort of progress had been made in the Audio Augmentation Arena over the past decade. I didn’t do this with the intent of purchasing, but that is, naturally, what happened.
My current hearing aid
is courtesy of the NHS; the new one is through a private company. If I had gone
through the NHS, I would have received an appointment to assess if I needed a
hearing appointment, and then, after my hearing appointment, I would have been
sent for hearing testing and then, if it was deemed I would, indeed, benefit
from enhanced audio stimulation, I would have begun the process of fittings and
fiddling and fine tuning—all in all, about an eighteen-month process.
As this was not the NHS, the time between initial appointment and final fitting was two weeks.
As this was not the NHS, the time between initial appointment and final fitting was two weeks.
To be fair, it needs to
be noted that the NHS process cost me nothing, whereas the amount of money I
paid for expediency was just short of heart-stopping.
It was, however, worth
it. The audiologist did just what the optician did years ago: after being
fitted, we went outside so I could hear what I had been missing; it was astonishing.
When I thought of how long I had been dropping out of group conversations, or sitting, confused, in the movies, or feeling embarrassed at handing over the wrong amounts of cash at the check-out—all because I couldn’t hear clearly—I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
When I thought of how long I had been dropping out of group conversations, or sitting, confused, in the movies, or feeling embarrassed at handing over the wrong amounts of cash at the check-out—all because I couldn’t hear clearly—I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Don’t worry, paying the
bill helped me decide.
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| The holy grail of hearing aids is to make them invisible, so they keep making them smaller. I think that's the wrong way to go about it. What they need to do is camouflage them, make them look like headphones or iPod ear-buds. |
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| Or better yet... |
