Well, it's official, I'm certifiably old. I've been fighting it for months, but I finally gave in to the inevitable. I have known for some time that I'm a little hard of hearing. My husband is good natured about it, but I am continually asking, "Could you please turn the volume up a bit?" I truly wanted to believe that he was just messing with me, and that he was just pretending to hear the whispering coming from the TV.
I really, really didn't want to go here. I half-heartedly "tried" wearing hearing aids last spring, but mostly, they just bugged me. I felt like they amplified everything, and I was driven to distraction with all the paper rustling and pen top popping. After a couple of weeks, I took them back and sweetly said, "Thanks, but no thanks!" I thought that would be the end of the matter.
But, this year, it's more apparent than ever before. When I caught myself repeatedly asking students to "Speak up, please" or "Tell me again" or "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that" it started getting old, even to me. And it was happening every day; a lot of times every day. It was time to face facts.
So, I made the call, and plunked down the money, and I'm wearing hearing aids. Sheesh, I don't have a single blood relative that wears hearing aids, and I can't believe that this has happening to me. It certainly doesn't run in the family. Even my really old relatives don't wear hearing aids! Dentures, yes, but hearing aids, not a deaf ear among them! (Thank God I don't have dentures . . . yet!)
Right now I'm attempting to reconcile myself to the new me. Today, they were sort of "ok". They didn't bug me overmuch, and I don't think I asked as many kids to repeat themselves as I usually do. I did notice that during conferences, I actually heard pretty much everything the family members said, which isn't the case for the conferences I held earlier in the week! Well, except for the Spanish parts. I sort of heard it; I just didn't really understand much of it!
I'm thinking I'm going to need a new 'do. I always push my hair behind my ears, and even though the tubes are pretty tiny, I can see those things and I want some coverage now! I guess perhaps I'm a little vain about this whole situation, but I am what I am. Today I managed to use clips and a little dramatic drape to conceal the evidence, however, I'm a "wash and wear hair" kind of old lady, with no desire for all this messing around every morning.
Big Sigh! It's probably going to take some time getting used to having things in my ears. I guess, as I begin to notice what I've been missing, I might feel a bit more reconciled to this new situation. I can only hope!