I finally had to get some. I could hear everything, just not clearly. Now I can hear everything I wish I couldn't.
Loss of hearing was probably and most likely due to a few shooting events when I did not expect a shot to be fired and those few were to damn close to my noggin. I wear hearing protection most times otherwise.
Anyway, I can now here wood floors at my house creak and moan under my fat ass. I thought I was being quiet walking to the blind. Some of those damn SC mosquitos sound like an F16 is coming in. And the damn mockingbirds sound like they are at war with each other setting up territories for next spring.
But now I can't tell my spouse I didn't hear her. I can leave these things at the office and then I don't have to listen to parts on the 95 Dodge grinding. KRT can tell you I hear things now. Some may not be there.
And the boom boxes in the back of cars in downtown Columbia. Damn. Those folks have got to be deaf already.
Sitting on the front porch in the evening is no longer near as peaceful as it once was.
It is amazing what I could not hear. The tone my mom's Mercedes makes when you lock the doors. The timer on the high dollar Thermador oven. Car turn signals. But, like I said, the crap I can hear again. So much for peaceful drives.
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