Life and little problems
The morning began a little
later today and continued with an hour and a half of classes on You Tube. During
that time we hardly speak, unless the odd glance and smile counts, as we follow
the movements of the teacher. It is a peaceful passage of movement and bodily
engagement that both of us find beneficial to our wellbeing. A short break
comes after the ballet workout, when I go into the kitchen to get us both
refreshing cup of tea, French rose with vanilla for Steve and a noir de Ceylon loose
leaf for me. Neither of us like standard builders tea with milk and that is
more that we have travelled enjoyably well and taken tea in some really nice
café’s in our many years together, rather than being snooty posh tea folk just for
the sake of it.
Next stop of the day was the
turbo room upstairs and not much more than an easy hour spinning our legs to
yet another episode of The West Wing on our lockdown re- run of the very long box
set we bought years ago. A nice bath followed after the cycling, and then since
it was Saturday, a bit of breakfast is the habit. Just a bagel each with cheese,
some Port Salut or Wensleydale with cranberry today. The cheese selection was
hardly complimented by the accompanying strawberry jam for Steve and Plum jam for me. That’s more down to earth isn’t it;
cheese and jam.
My default radio station has
long been Classic FM. Steve is a talk radio man mainly and at the weekend it is
Maajid Nawaz, who has his ear. Steve had laid the table by the time I was out
of the bath, had cleaned and tidied the bathroom and floated back in. Having
taken my seat at the table Steve started chattering to me and I sat and looked
at his face and after a while I started smiling at him and he stopped.
“What” he said, “What is it”
looking at me as if he didn’t know what it was.
I started to explain
something that I know that he knows. “Classic FM is playing on the TV,” I
indicated slightly across the room to my right. “Maajid is talking behind me in
the hall and who is this singing, not Taylor Swift is it?
“Lady Antebellum”, He
interjected still looking curious.
“You have forgotten for the
moment that I am a bit deaf haven’t you”, a tick or two passed. “You know that
when there is another noise that I can’t hear you talking”? Then I added, “I am
the deaf old bat remember”?
I got up and turned the radio
on the TV off, and he stopped Maajid mid sentence.
The hearing problem dates
back quite a long time to when I bad a bad attack of Labyrinthitis. I woke up
in the night and attempted to get up but fell back across the bed with a thump.
The more I tried to stand the more I fell about completely devoid of any
balance at all. It was a bit scary and I had no idea what was happening.
Cutting that story short; it
was a severe attack and I was not able to stand up on my own for some time.
Steve moved me to a lazi-boy chair downstairs for that time, since I would fall
out of bed. I had to be almost carried to the toilet and the movement made me
feel so nauseous. Steve called in my daughter every now and again to help when
he had to go out of the house.
It was weeks until it very
slowly improved after doctors and hospital visits. During the following weeks
and months I could not go into supermarkets without bad spells of dizziness. The most lasting effect is
still with me to a degree; when we go to the theatre or cinema and sit in the
dark for a couple of hours. I have to put my hand on Steve’s shoulder as we
leave. He goes in front of me and I stay behind him until I feel steady again.
I have had tinnitus constantly since then.
At the swimming pool I can
hardly hear at all because of the background noise and once in the pool with a
swim hat on and water in my ears that’s it, it’s just a noise. My friends seem
to forget this about me, even though I have told them all from time to time.
They will still turn and talk to me at the end of the pool and I just smile at
them, point to myself and say “Deaf old bat, remember”.
One to one, I am fine though
it is no good what so ever whispering an aside to me; I don’t hear whispers, so
feel free to talk about me because I won’t know. Cinema and theatre sound is
fine. Restaurants with music playing loudly and I am hopeless. I have a hearing
aid but it’s not really much good for me and I can’t get to grips with it. It
stays in a drawer mostly.
While I have been writing
this afternoon, Steve has taken Birdy with him out into the garden wearing her
harness and lead. She is quite happy having it put on now and actually starts
purring because she knows that she will be taken into the garden once it is on.
There is no sign of a fight now to place it on her. She can walk in it if she
wants to, but mostly just sits or lays down without pulling or struggling yet
seeming to be perfectly happy, both being in the garden and having attention.
She gets a few treats when she comes in.
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