Today marks one month since I got hearing aids.<\/p>\n
While the Old Guy jokes pretty much write themselves, the truth is I could have used these things 30, even 35 years ago, thanks to an ear infection that badly damaged one of my cochlea when I was thirteen. I’ve lived with pretty terrible hearing most of my life.<\/p>\n
Now?<\/p>\n
Now is better.<\/p>\n
I’m still getting used to the things and still feeling a tiny bit self-conscious, which I’m assured is ridiculous since no one can see I’m wearing anything, even with my current buzz cut.<\/p>\n
Instead, what people1<\/a><\/sup> tell me is that while they never notice I’m wearing the devices, they definitely<\/em> notice when I’m NOT<\/strong>.<\/p>\n And I notice too. Mostly, there’s a lot less of me asking people to repeat themselves (a LOT less), and I particularly appreciate the specialized modes for “listening to your friends with a lot of background noise” and “listening to your lovely wife while having dinner in a noisy restaurant.”<\/p>\n All in all, pretty good quality of life improvement that I’m grateful I was well-off enough to be able to pay for out-of-pocket, since my company insurance didn’t cover a single fucking dime of the cost.2<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n Today marks one month since I got hearing aids. While the Old Guy jokes pretty much write themselves, the truth is I could have used these things 30, even 35 years ago, thanks to an ear infection that badly damaged one of my cochlea when I was thirteen. I’ve lived with pretty terrible hearing most … <\/p>\n
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