Nashville multiple award winning country singer/songwriter. host of country music ain't dead podcast.. former equestrian athlete@ NCHA.currently based in moroco
From Crazy Uncle Earl’s Attic:
A Hump Day Chuckle!
Geezer Ears Quandary (Part 1)
What??? That question can be heard in my house dozens, if not hundreds, of times a day. The frequency of its usage has exponentially increased over the past several years. I am constantly asking my wife to repeat herself. At first, I thought she was losing her ability to annunciate, but unfortunately, “her” issue became mine. It’s not a transmission problem; it’s a reception issue. The blame clearly lands squarely on my hearing and ever-expanding ears.
Fun Fact: Ears are the few things that continue to grow throughout your life. The older you get, the larger your ears become. NICE! As a small child, I was amazed at the size of my grandmother’s ears. Sometimes it seemed her ear lobes rested on her shoulders. My brother and I used to wonder if she could tie them together in a bow under her chin.
Just because ears get larger with age, it does not mean hearing improves. In my case, my ears have grown to the point they would make Dumbo feel inadequate. But as far as improving my hearing, not so much. I may as well have round steaks hanging off the sides of my head.
Years of listening to loud music and working in loud environments apparently have taken a toll on my hearing. In the ‘70s, I went to concerts and gauged my enjoyment by the number of days the “ringing” in my ears lasted. There was once a Grand Funk concert I attended that the ringing lasted so long, I was thinking about learning sign language. What a fantastic concert! Hearing-Schmearing!
Now, I am realizing the negative impact of the abuse to my hearing. It dawned on me a couple of months ago. I was in the family room watching TV by myself. I was watching a movie and noticed there was a kind of flutter in my chest in certain loud portions of the movie. Out of the corner of my eye, I started to notice the knick-knacks were moving around on their own on the mantle. I was starting to wonder if I was seeing things. Just then, my wife walks into the room. Her hair started to blow like she was walking against the wind. It looked like she was shouting at me, but I could not differentiate between the movie and her voice.
She grabs the remote and hits the mute button. My chest stopped fluttering. The knick-knacks on the mantle stopped vibrating around, and my wife’s hair stopped blowing. The absence of sound was deafening.
My wife’s voice slowly filters in, “What, are you 200 years old? I heard the TV blasting as I was pulling into the driveway, and my car windows were up. All the neighbors were standing in their front yards looking with disgust toward our house with their hands on their hips.”. She continued, “You need to go to the doctor and get a *&%ing hearing test!”. I agreed with her and made a doctor’s appointment the following week.
When I arrived at the doctor’s office, the nurse steered me into an exam room and said the physician’s assistant would be in shortly. While waiting, I was wondering since I was just seeing the physician’s assistant, would I be billed for the full office visit charge or since I was seeing the “minor league team”, would I get a discount? Nope. Not in this life time.
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