Friday, January 6, 2017
January 6. Day 6. A feather in my cap
Oh the relief.
The simple joy of being able to hear. Being deaf sucks. If I honest trying to converse with someone who can't hear is also pretty bloody frustrating.
So the idea that my neighbour Margaret was going to wait until the end of the month to visit the hearing aid specialist seemed unpalatable. That's when the audiologist visits the local GP, a venue she can manage on her own. But in the city, there are appointments all the time. So I volunteered to go with her. She was just so grateful and promised to buy me lunch in return. She told the staff at the audiologist that I was "special". And the cab driver on the way home got to hear about my dogs and how I bring them in to visit her.
Of course, she didn't actually get to hear what they said in reply because the problem is not yet resolved. We have to repeat the journey on Monday. And once again the birds and my dogs will be waiting for our return so they can enjoy some Margaret mince.