Age-related problems: losing some of that fine conversation that buzzes
around me in a public place. Perhaps it runs in the family. My Great
Grand-mother was famously deaf. She used an ear-trumpet to listen in to
interesting bits of conversation and would reputedly swivel it away from
boors half-way through their patter. Much to their dismay, no doubt. I
don't suppose she needed it to listen to the wireless, or indeed the Old
Boy playing the piano. People around her learned to shout. As it should
be.
I
wondered if I wasn't also heading in that direction. I had been thumped
on the ear by my wife's brother a few years back, which broke my
eardrum. So, I went to the hospital for a hearing test. They put you in a
booth and tell you to wave when you can hear some shrieks over the
ear-phones. After a while, the techie came in. When do we start, I
asked. Start? he bellowed, we're finished: you're deaf.
So how about that? I either needed a girlfriend who had previously worked as an air hostess in a Zeppelin, or a hearing aid.
Hearing aids come in all sizes and conditions, and despite our excellent
Spanish health system, they are not dished out free to deaf punters.
The techie had a cousin who sells them in the oddly-named local town of
Huercal Overa - starting at 1000 euros and going up to better than 4000,
and that's just for one ear. Madre Mía. Do they still make ear-trumpets?
I was complaining about this robbery over a beer, when someone said,
loudly, why not try the Chinese shop? Well, I'll be boondaggled, they
sell 'em for nine euros, with an extra battery thrown in.
So, now I can hear everything: the buzz of a mosquito, the early morning
scream of the new cockerel that someone kindly gave me last week and
lives in a cage outside my bedroom window, and pretty much all that lies
between.
Indeed, I'm getting rather fed up with my hearing aid, and am thinking
of taking it back to the shop. I'll buy some glasses there instead and
take up using sign language.
Tuesday, 19 January 2021
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