There
comes a time when we middle-aged men have to fess up and confess that there are
subtle changes going on with our ability to hear that about us. There’s good and bad in this aging
phenomenon.
The
good is that we may not be able to hear that fatso middle-aged man cutting a
decibel-piercing fart in the public square such in line for seconds or thirds
at the neighborhood all-you-can-eat buffet.
The
bad is we may not be able to hear what someone is telling us in conversation. Our lack of lip-reading skills may force us
to get a little egg on our face and embarrassingly ask someone if they’ll
repeat what they just said once, twice and maybe more before we get it.
I
see young people in noisy places sometimes and am amazed at their ability to
carry on a conversation on their smart phone.
I wouldn’t even bother attempting something like that.
It’s
not that I’m deaf or anything like that but truth be told, I must confess,
thanks to my wife bringing this to my attention, that my middle-aged man ears
may be older than my chronological age and their ability to hear what’s being
said is suspect.
So
what’s a middle-aged man afflicted with declining hearing ability supposed to
do?
Certainly
I could go get my hearing tested by an audiologist and see what my truth is. And if that truth is I have a hearing
problem, then I could ask for a prescription for a hearing aid. These devices seem to be more high-tech and
miniature nowadays and I’m sure I could pack a pair inside my ears and the
world may not even know.
I’m
not sure it’s time for that journey so I’ll go about life as I’m currently
doing while trying to be honest about this growing reality which, in time, will
probably only get worse.
So
maybe I’ll spend some time taking an internet online course on lip reading or
just telling that person who seems to be whispering to me to speak louder
because “I can’t hear you!”
Pax
Domini sit semper vobiscum
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