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Can You Hear Me Now?


Well, truth be told, I'm three for three. My memory went a long time ago. Now my hearing and sight are caching up.

Earlier this week I was fitted for hearing aids. Expensive? You bet your bippy. There were about 8 models to choose from. They still have the ones with the big blob of plastic that hangs over the back of your ear. I passed on the model in favour of the one that's totally inconspicuous as it's crammed half-way down your eustachian tube.

This development is going to benefit two people: me…and Mrs D. You see Mrs D has been yelling at me for several years. It had nothing to do with the state of our marriage but instead the state of my hearing.

And she hasn't been too pleased when we watch TV because I have to crank the volume up to some ungodly level that's so loud it practically makes her deaf.

Anyway, in two weeks I'll be sporting my new ears and once more we'll be living in harmony.

On to my sight. I wear glasses. Have for about 15 years now. Lately though things have been going out of focus. In fact I can see better without my glasses…although not that much better.

Anyway, a trip to the optometrist followed a trip to a specialist confirmed I need cataract surgery. Have you ever looked into how cataract surgery is done?! Like the last thing I need is some guy poking around in my eyes.

The left eye's going to be done in mid-Januray. The right one several weeks later.

Mrs D, trying to make me feel a little more positive about all this, has taken to calling me the $6 million dollar man.


And given what I'm paying for hearing aids and eye surgery, she's not too far off.

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madmadmargo said…
Aging...ain't it a nasty bitch...along with gravity, ugh.
14 November 2013 at 08:27
nonamedufus said…
Gravity, right. That's that new movie, right?
14 November 2013 at 08:30
ReformingGeek said…
Sigh. Just don't ask me for a kidney. Wait. Coma. That movie is still creepy to me.


Getting older is not for the faint of heart.....or pocketbook!
14 November 2013 at 09:12
Debra She Who Seeks said…
You'll feel like a new man! Maybe even a teenager again!
14 November 2013 at 09:21
nonamedufus said…
Coma? For some reason I thought you were talking about Cocoon. If only.
14 November 2013 at 10:52
nonamedufus said…
What? Speak up. I haven't got my hearing aids yet.
14 November 2013 at 10:53
babs (beetle) said…
I thought you were writing a post about me at first. I have been putting off my cataract ops, but now I know I must have them done and will be going to the eye hospital in a weeks time, to make the appointment. As far as my hearing is concerned. I am also putting off that day, though not for too much longer, I fear. Mo keeps shouting at me and I say, "You don't have to shout, just speak clearer". I also keep asking her why she has the TV volume down so low now days, as I can't hear anything.
14 November 2013 at 11:38
nonamedufus said…
That's me (and Mrs D) to a tee, Babs. Now don't get me started on my back pain.
14 November 2013 at 13:00
Nicky said…
I was going to write something but then I forgot. What were we talking about?
14 November 2013 at 21:29
Quirky Quirkster said…
I hate being old!


Although being younger wern't no picnic either!


hee hee hee


Can never please a quirky.
15 November 2013 at 09:03
nonamedufus said…
I think the biggest problem about getting older is that my brain won't keep up, Quirks. My brain tells me to do things that my body just can't do anymore.
15 November 2013 at 09:27
Chelle Blögger said…
Ooooh I think I'd might choose going blind over eye surgery. My condolences! Maybe you'll somehow end up with Xray vision. That could be fun at parties.
15 November 2013 at 18:14
nonamedufus said…
Well, I've always wanted eyes in the back of my head.
16 November 2013 at 10:19
meleahrebeccah said…
I am afraid to have my hearing checked. I know it's bad - because I am forever asking people to repeat themselves, and I listen to the television on full blast. I'm also convinced it's why everyone always tells me that I'm shouting. I probably can't hear!

I hope your new aids are awesome, considering you're going to be the newest six million dollar man!
17 November 2013 at 16:11
nonamedufus said…
Oh, man, Meleah, I'm getting old…and poor.
17 November 2013 at 16:31
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