A sad day Friday. I now own a pair of hearing aids. They are so technological that I don't feel I will ever be able to use them though. The Hearing Trumpet has moved on, and now has lots of buttons and gizmos...
I have to break them in gently apparently - an hour to two a week, at home, and then increase the usage. My poor old brain has to get to understand this new way of hearing.
I hope to be out on the work today though - as my hearing has come back - not wonderful - but for 2 days I could hear very little. No explanation yet as to why it comes and goes like this - Specsavers could find no obvious cause - but they say the hospital may be able to.
It is all very depressing - and also makes me feel increasingly guilty about what I am costing the NHS. Can I really be worth it?
I managed to get out on the door to door work on Thursday, but only because the sister I was with did the talking and listening for me. And I also got to the meeting. I could hear some of the Speakers from the platform, but none of the comments, though we are all microphoned.
And today is a full day - pick up Jean - take her to the Hall - find somewhere to park - get to Field Service group (will I be able to hear anything) - go out on work - back for a sandwich lunch at the Hall - and then the Broadcast.
Himself and Terry are off for a day out bird watching in Rye Harbour. He has already left, sandwiches and flask in hand, and a camera at every corner.
Its pretty frosty out there. I hope we will all keep safe.
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