As I think I've mentioned here before, I've got some minor hearing loss. I don't know why, and I don't know exactly how much on any given scale, because I've yet to convince my parents that it is cause for enough alarm to take me to an ENT or an Audiologist. Right now I've given up on talking to my mother about it and have moved on to dear old dad. And there's the thing.
Mom doesn't think I have any problems hearing. She thinks I'm just, quote, 'so used to ignoring things that she [I] do it without meaning to. And yes, maybe some of that's from listening to music with her earphones . . . ' Eavesdropping? Me? Definitely. Amazing what you hear when people don't hink you're around, right? Kinda what prompted this little post.
I don't get it, I honestly, truly don't. I've had a basic hearing test done at school - a speech pathologist is there on Thursdays, and the nurse got me an appoinment with her to have my hearing checked; I couldn't, as of April, hear the two lowest notes she played. In my science class, we were doing an experiment with decibels and frequencies; six of the notes that my classmates heard, I didn't, and one of those even my forty-ish/fifty-ish year year old teacher heard.
Am I scared? Boy am I. And my mother just writes it off. Says to my face that I don't want to hear her.
So, yeah. Not very witch-y, or helpful in any way. But I need to vent and . . . well, why not here? Who knows, maybe someday I'll look back on it and be able to give someone else some advice about it.
On another note - I'm going on vacation to Orlando for a week tomorrow, WOOT! Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Epcot, and Busch(sp?) Gardens, here I come!
. . . Hurriedly trying to locate my swimsuit . . . and hoping it still fits . . .
- Janie L.
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