LOS ANGELES — I’m about 20 years too early to have hearing aids, but there it is. I’ve had one in my right ear since mid-2005, and six months ago had to begin wearing them in both. Each new auditory circumstance, rather than getting, “Wow, birds chirping!” often starts with, “What?”
My first movie with two aids took half the show for me to distinguish between sound effects in back and dialogue in front. We should have come early enough for the trailers.
Here at Los Angeles International Airport — My Beloved and I are heading to Ventura for the 2009 conference of the National Society of Newspaper Columnists — I walk from the gate to the terminal, turn my cell phone back on and see there’s two messages. One I can hear, the guy has a strong voice, but it’s nothing that can’t wait a week. The other I can’t make out. The screen indicates it’s a neighbor Continue reading