I have been having trouble with my hearing. I think six times up and down in planes in a ten day period was a bit much for my delicate Eustachian tubes and they have become resolutely and immovably blocked. I have done steams, nasal sprays, ear sprays, all the exercises and then some, hung myself upside down and hummed loudly – you name it, we’ve attempted it!
As I hit the ten day mark and if anything the hearing loss is worsening, I am resorting to chiropractic care to try and get everything moving again. This is a man I have an enormous respect for and his ability with understanding the body and what happens when it is even slightly out of whack is quite amazing. My body is apparently quite a lot out of whack! Time will tell if he has success.
In the meantime I am gaining a whole new respect for and understanding of, what being ‘hearing impaired’ is like. I used to think a slight loss of hearing maybe wasn’t such a very bad thing, given the inordinate amount of noise in our daily lives – which just goes to show that I equated deafness with silence.
This world is not silent! It is accompanied by an on-going high pitched hum that only I can hear. It is like listening to people talk while six feet under water. There is a ring of exhaustion around my head from having to listen carefully and work through the constant high pitched hum. I am aware of the space between my ears in a new and quite unpleasant way. There is a weight in my ears I never knew was there. I can hear my bones creak and crack, every swallow made in my throat. the sound of myself chewing food. I hear the throb of blood moving through my head that keeps pace with the beat of my heart. I am forced into a noisy, internal world that is quite solitary.
I noticed today that I was relieved I met no-one on my morning walk with Siddy. The intensity required to conduct a simple exchange of pleasantries is getting too much for me. I understand now why some people just give up on the polite, phatic exchange and opt for avoidance of others.
How many ways can you say ‘I’m sorry, can you repeat that?’ in any conversation without driving the other person bonkers. Lip reading is an art I am quickly learning and guessing what is said also forms part of it.
It’s not a pleasant world to be trapped in! And as there is always a silver lining to every experience we have, mine is that I shall have much more understanding and empathy for the deaf and hearing impaired from this point on.
My enforced solitude means I am making good progress on my Lace Leaf KAL which is over on Mollie and Claire and I am up to date I think – these photos were taken a few days ago.
I am knitting with a bamboo yarn that is deliciously soft and silky. The Indian Silk yarn didn’t suit this pattern so I am saving it for something else.
I love the pretty leaves and now I know where I am by sight in the eight row repeat pattern things are moving along quite smoothly. Though I have just spotted there is a mistake in the centre leaf on the left side………… I am not frogging again. I have frogged at least three times back to the beginning and any imperfections can now stay in place!
I want to show you my beautiful sea dragon, Arthur. He arrived soon after I returned home from my American Interlude. He comes from Wales and was made especially for me by the divine Dr. Snail of Happiness fame. These are her photos and you may admire her pristine work and delicate finishing touches all you wish and if you want to see more, go here.
The photos on the dark background are true to colour, the last two shots give you some idea of the detail that has gone into this magnificent beast. Just look at those cute webbed feet – I am a little in love!
And for those of you who love him – here is the first photo taken of a happy and exhausted puppy the day his mumma came home to him
I must remember to take my camera on our walk tomorrow – the weather is beautiful and autumn is at her best. I love having the images of spring still in my head and knowing that we live in harmony – autumn really does reflect on the youthful vibrancy of spring, only in an older, wiser more muted version of what once was. It is quite lovely!
Thanks for coming by today, I love that you did!