Ginnie had been after me for some time to get new hearing aids. I put it off until after we could see some results from my cancer treatment. I can't handle too many issues at once.
Finally we could see light at the end of the tunnel, and it wasn't a train. So I scheduled an appointment with the audiologist. I've had hearing aids for years, and was on my third pair. This last pair had been giving me problems so, like wearing old glasses when you've broken your good pair, I had reverted to an old set of hearing aids. No wonder Ginnie was on my case.
Anywho, the audiologist asked me if I'd noticed a decline in my hearing. I told her, “Yes.” She looked into my ears, first the right one, then the left.
“Hmm,” she said. “You've got something stuck in your left ear.”
“Huh? Oh, I do?”
“Lemme get some tweezers and pull it out.”
She started digging around in my ear, which didn't feel good. I heard her mumble something unintelligible. “What the? I'm gonna have to get something bigger,” she said.
I didn't see what she went after. She kind of kept it hidden from me. But it looked sorta like a needle-nose vice grip. She went to work on my ear again which didn't feel a bit good. Then I felt a pressure on the side of my head. I think it was her foot. She pulled and tugged my head back and forth as I tried to hold steady. Finally the object in my ear gave way with a pop that sounded like a bottle of champagne being uncorked. She held the object in front of me. “That my friend,” she said, “is the tip or cone from a hearing aid. No wonder you noticed a decline in your hearing. I've never ever seen this happen before. It's a first!”
“Well, I'll be. You're right, I can hear better now. I noticed a tip missing from one of the hearing aids but I didn't know where it went. I thought it fell on the floor.”
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