Takes me back…

You know how sometimes you catch an old tune playing
and it brings you right back to a time long ago…
emotions fill you and you are transported. 
It’s true I don’t hear what I used to, but my memory is vivid
and I still catch enough of it to bring it all back  – a little miracle, 
if you ask me, a saving grace for someone who has always
adored music.  I am also grateful that I grew up in a time
when there were so many artists making great music
that can still be heard on the radio today…
One of my favorites…
turn up your volume and click past the ad – 
Lyrics below…
I guess you wonder where I’ve been
I searched to find the love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you
And I can’t let go
My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Well I’m in a daze from your love you see
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you
And I can’t let go
Some people go around the world for love
And they may never find what they dream of
What you won’t do, do for love
You tried everything
But you don’t give up
In my world only you
Make me do for love
What I would not do
My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Well I’m in a daze from your love you see
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you
And I can’t let go
And though I only want the best it’s true
I can’t believe the things I do for you
What you won’t do, do for love
You’ve tried everything
But you won’t give up
In my world only you
Make me do for love
What I would not do

Godsends… all of you

   So I put my story out there yesterday with hesitation, because on so many levels I feel blessed in this world. I did not want to come off as a whimpering  woe-is-me but I was desperate for information.  Just a day later I am now a member of HLAA  –Hearing Loss Association of America –  the nation’s leading membership and advocacy organization for people with hearing loss.  It is an international, non-sectarian, educational organization of people with hearing loss, their relatives and friends.  I will receive their monthly magazines full of information for people like me, plus I have three chapters to choose from here in Connecticut where I can get new information about products and research and developments while  interacting with others who have dealt with the same hearing loss issues.  It’s a beautiful thing.  And I have to wonder, why was I never told of these resources by the three different hearing specialists I have seen throughout the years?   It took the blogging community to bring these resources to me.

  I’ve also heard success stories from other bloggers who have had the cochlear implant surgery and would do it again, it has been that good of an experience for them.  A friend here in town who reads my blog reached out to her relative and got information for me on another implant, and so I’ll do research on that. Some of you have suffered hearing loss too, and we’ve laughed together over the daily annoyances that make up the life of a hearing impaired person… You HAVE to laugh, really.

Example:  Just yesterday I went grocery shopping.  I got into a long line to check out, and apparently the one next to me opened up and the store clerk was calling me to come on over to her line.  I didn’t hear her.   She then began waving her arms REAL BIG and I saw the waving and looked over… she pointed to her empty line exasperatedly, but by the time I saw her waving, others had too and jumped in.

 Sometimes the check out person or a restaurant worker or a gas station attendant or the mail delivery person joke around with me in casual banter that you all are used to.  It’s a part of everyday interaction. A word of advice that you didn’t ask for…. ENJOY those little interactions.. they warm your world, believe me.  I can only hope my responses are appropriate, because most of the time I can’t hear it and I’m winging it.  Sometimes… the reaction from the other party is one of a silent, odd look… and I know I got it wrong.

  Restaurants are a nightmare, as are any social functions where there is any background noise whatsoever… meaning any social function whatsoever.  I don’t join friends for a drink or a social outing anymore because I won’t hear the conversation, and I don’t want people I care about to have to repeat themselves over and over.  It’s easier to just stay home.   At the Dog Days events, I no longer work the adoptions table because with all the barking dogs and crowds of potential adopters, I cannot hear the interview I’m supposed to be giving.
 
Jane, a blogging friend of mine, knows my woe.  She said this after my post.. and I laughed out loud.  THIS is what I want for Christmas… “I think we should get T shirts that say DEAF on the front and DEAFER on the back!!   

  I want to thank each one of you for commenting kindly on that post, for sending vital information that I did not have before, for commiserating, for the camaraderie, for being there.  I had no idea when I started blogging, what an important community it would  turn out to be. Thank you, thank you –  I feel as if a shroud has been lifted. Ok, maybe it’s still stuffed in my ears, but I’m no longer blind to the opportunities. I have resources. 

 

     

Well that sucks

   I visited my third hearing specialist this morning, and I wish I could say I walked out of there with a renewed hope for some restored hearing.

    My journey began in my late twenties, when a ringing in my ears had arrived and never left.  After MRI and CT scan and various other tests,  it was established that I was losing my hearing but nothing more significant was occurring, so that part was a relief.  About 15 years ago I met with a world renown hearing specialist who  sold me a $6,000. pair of inner ear hearing aids, state of the art, that he was sure would give me much relief in the world, and I believed him.  When I put then in my ears and he began writing on a piece of paper I instantly began to cry, because I could hear the scratch of the pen on paper.  My husband teared up a little too.. and we walked out of his clinic thinking we had solved my hearing loss issues.  Shortly after, I discovered  not only was the inner ear aid extremely annoying and alittle painful, it was not giving me any clarity in speech, just a whole lot of LOUDNESS, which I didn’t need.   After a month or two of trying to make it work… and this is what that specialist told me to do…. give it time… I realized it really wasn’t doing a damned thing.  So I tossed them aside and moved on.

      The next specialist  experience was about eight years ago. He could DEFINITELY help me, hearing aids had advanced.  I wanted to believe him too… so I went through the testing again and bought the newest and best digital hearing aid available.. just one this time because I was now deaf in the left ear, no need for an aid.  I explained that I needed clarity, not volume, and he said the new aids gave much better clarity.  $3,000. later, I walked out the door with a whole lot of loud noise….. but no clarity.  After a few aggravating weeks I went back.  They said I needed to give it more time.  I did.  All it gave me were headaches.  Put back in the box after three or so months, I gave up once again.

     Years passed, and my husband has an ear/nose/throat doctor for his ear wax issues. He has talked to him regarding our frustration with my hearing loss and once again … “How does she manage without hearing aids, send her in, we can definitely help her.”    Skeptical, I was, of course.  But I made the appointment.

     That was this morning.  I sit down with him and he looks in my ears and down my throat and up my nose and takes my medical history. He asks all the questions I’ve answered before and then he sends me to the booth for my third or fourth hearing test.  The woman giving the hearing test says… now, repeat the word to me when I say it to you.  I tell her I will not hear the word she is going to say, what would she like me to do when I don’t know what it is?   She says “Why are you taking a hearing test if you can’t hear?”… I say.. I’m here because I am significantly hearing impaired and YOU people are supposed to know why I’m here. I did not put myself in this booth.  She laughs and says.. OK lets try it.

   Of course, I fail magnificently.  New Specialist comes back into exam room afterwards with results and says… “WOW, you are significantly hearing impaired, how do you manage? Jeez, do you read lips? “

um, yes.  I told them this when I walked into their office, as I do everywhere I go, so that they will look at me directly when they are talking to me.  

 Is it me, or is this whole thing just a little… unprofessional… or something.   I mean, this is what they do for a living… deal with people who have hearing loss, right?  Their reactions, although they were friendly, were a little.. odd? Juvenile?   Maybe I’m being too sensitive.

  Anyway.. the verdict.  ” I have nothing that will help you.  Hearing aids should not have been sold to you before, because they will not help the type of hearing loss you have.. you have total speech recognition loss and also volume loss.”    So basically I blew $10,000 on hearing aids that were never going to help me decipher conversation in the first place.  Insurance doesn’t cover hearing aids, in case you didn’t know.  Yeah.. because it’s not deemed a life threatening situation, it’s not covered.   It IS life altering, I’ll tell you that. 

  I ask Specialist No. 3 if there is anything on the horizon I might look forward to someday, and he says point blank … “No”.    Just that.   Awesome.

   The one suggestion he has is to have a consult with a cochlear implant specialist.   Now, I’ve heard of them and I’ve seen them, it ain’t pretty, but if it would restore my hearing I might consider it someday. I found out the chances are 50/50, and the noise you do eventually hear is not natural noise.  You have to retrain your brain to decipher the NEW noises you would hear, if it actually works.  I don’t think I’m up for it.  I told Dr. No. 3 I didn’t think I could tolerate the hardware on my skull and in my ear, and he said… “well then I guess you’re not desperate enough…yet”.   

  More awesomeness.

  *sigh*    I drove home today with mixed feelings.  I already knew most of what he told me, because for years I’ve been telling audiologists that their aids were not giving me any improvement and they were just poo-pooing my rejection of their products.  Turns out I was validated, I was right.   The attitude of Dr. No. 3 was a bit off putting, for lack of a better way to describe it… but maybe I just didn’t like the news he was delivering.  I do think he was being completely honest, if nothing more helpful.

  So that leaves me with the same hearing loss frustrations I have known for a while, no definite answers and only one new direction I can take that is pretty drastic with no guarantee.    I’m writing about this today not for your pity, because there are so many worse things that can happen to a person and so many people who suffer from this and much more difficult ailments.     My purpose for putting this out there is to ask any of you if you have experience, if a relative has experience with this surgical procedure, and what their success rate and comfort level has been.

I’d show you pics of the actual surgery, but it’s gross.  TMI for now.
It is what it is.

Tea, anyone?

Are you a tea drinker?
In my effort to get healthier and rid myself of the acid reflux issues
 that coffee aggravates,  I have become an herbal tea person.
Yesterday, my friend Lynn sent me this link after I
showed her a new tea I was trying… and I almost
dropped my proverbial tea cup. 
Ugh. I have some of these in my cupboard..
now going in the garbage.  
It’s amazing what we don’t know about what we’re putting in our mouths. 
*sigh*

Alfred Hitchcock would approve

Today is football Sunday here at This Old House….
where the men are men and the women are useless.
 
 
Unless they’re serving up a plate of cranberry meatballs
or crackers and cheese with pepperoni, please. 
 
Now I like football, I watch it when my team is playing
(Go Patriots!!)
but hour after hour gets a bit redundant and what’s left of my hearing
is in jeapardy with all the hooting and hollering that goes on in that cave. 
 
So a walk with the dog(s) it shall be…
and a little admiration of the one thousand common grackles that have decended
at the feeder outside my kitchen window. 
 
I’m guessing this kind of encounter inspired good ole Alfred Hitchcock for
his movie, THE BIRDS. 
 
Did you see Anthony Hopkins in the movie..Hitchcock?  
He’s one of my favorites, but in this movie he was particularly wonderful. 
Amazing, no? 
 
I personally believe the common grackle is  one of the most beautious birds around.
If I could convince one to stay as a pet, I’d be tickled all the irridescent
colors these birds show off –  they literally glimmer – 
why they got such a common name is beyond me. 
 

 Seriously looking dude..

 

Woods Walk

The Mr. has cleared some beautiful walking trails
behind this old house – part of these trails were the original
“road to town” back when horse and buggy were the method of travel. 
Our fall here in New England has been glorious and we’ve been
walking the woods, reveling in it’s golden hues and the scent of moldering leaves…
(is that a word?)
That particular scent reminds us both of our childhood and the wonderful
memories that this time of year invokes. Is that true for you too? 
 
 

 This is part of the original road that leads down into the woods…

There are still stone walls remaining from the past two centuries,
when cattle and horses and sheep grazed these pastures, now full of second growth trees.
 

 Swamp maples have the most beautiful colored leaves…(below)
a red orange yellow glow like no other…

 ..and the fungus among us is extraordinarily beautiful if you look beyond it’s name.

Another shot of the road less traveled….
Your truly hiding behind one of the majestic trees…
Here since that road was a major thoroughfare, I’m sure…
When you see a tree this large standing in the middle of the woods,
you know it once stood alone, allowed to take in all the light and water so 
that it could mature to this size.  The small second growth trees all around it give that away as well.
Heading back up out of the woods to This Old House, the sky last night
was radiant…
 

Blogger issues.. again

I have been unable to leave comments on many of your blogs
for reasons only blogger may or may not know. 
For some reason, I can type my comment, but once I click on option,
like Google account, to leave the comment, it disappears instead of publishing.
This has been going on for about a month now. 
Anyone having the same trouble? 
Anyone get it resolved?
UGH!
So, I’m reading your posts, just not able to say so. 

A little whine and art on All Hallows Eve

Can I admit to you here that I am just a little sad that my
own little trick-or-treaters are now grown and
not doing that stuff anymore?
I miss the dress-up, the crunching leaves under feet with flashlights in hand
while little sneakered feet pad up to the door with candy anticipation
and wide eyed curiosity at who will answer the door and what will be
put in their plastic pumpkin.

Since I’m not getting my kiddos ready for halloween festivities
 today and we don’t get many trick-or -treaters out here ..
I took a drive to the only art store in this part of Connecticut, about 45 minutes away,
and wallowed alittle in paint brush purchasing pity.
This mural is on the side of Blicks Art Store in Plainville, CT.
I love it! 

Here’s looking at you, kid

We had a visitor in the perennial garden this afternoon…

The praying mantis is the only insect that can swivel its head 180 degrees.
If you come across one, you might notice it turns it head to look directly at you.

 Did you know that the female praying mantis sometimes rips her mates head off during or right
after mating?  Apparently the males are full of protein and it’s a good way to
get a jump start on nutrition needed to lay all those eggs.
I’m thinking prenatal vitamins would be easier… 
 who’s gonna help pay all those child rearing bills??

My husband, by the way… has been telling me for many years that
I look like a praying mantis.  I kid you not.
Perhaps thou shalt not close both eyes in thy sleep
should my mantis self decide to behave like one too….

Just sayin.

Why I do what I do

  I can’t count how many times I’ve had the following or some version of it said to me – All of these statements were whispered in my ear by visitors yesterday.
 I don’t know how you can stand doing what you do with the shelter dogs. I walk into those events and I see all the sad faces, all the rejected homeless dogs.  I couldn’t do it, too sad. 
Or…
 Oh, these poor dogs, it’s crazy here, I don’t know how they can stand the atmosphere.
Or… 
  Why are there southern dogs here when we have dogs in shelters in Connecticut?
Here are my answers.  
  I can stand to do what I do because if we DIDN’T do it, these dogs would already be in a heap of dead carcases in a landfill or cinders in an incinerator.  It’s that simple.  Sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone to help others in need.  If no one ever had the courage to move beyond what they were comfortable with, to stand up and sometimes fight for what they believe in,  it would be an uglier and lonelier world for sure. And please understand, I am no hero.  I am just one small part of about 100 people who make this event come together, but how very gratifying it is to be a part of it..how very lucky I feel to have the opportunity.
 When I walk into an adoption event, I do see the longing, scared faces… but I also see saved souls. (yes, dogs have souls… if you don’t believe that, you’ve never known the love of a dog)
 Is the atmosphere chaotic?  Absolutely.   100 or so barking nervous dogs all in one location is not an easy existence.  However, the love that pours out over these dogs as the many volunteers prepare them to meet potential adopters is so clearly evident… and ultimately they find their forever homes, away from the cold hard reality of the kill shelters. 
Why do we bring in southern dogs?  What you are about to read in no way is meant to belittle my southern friends who are animal lovers and take great care of the animals in their charge.  The reality is  that  down south the amount of abandoned dogs is outrageous. So many are gassed or killed with a heart stick on a daily basis, the numbers would horrify you.   The spay and neuter rate is low and dogs breed prolifically, unchecked,  because of it. Apparently there aren’t enough people in the southern states  with the resources or the desire to make the effort needed to significantly reduce this problem.  The rescues we’ve come to know don’t have a heck of a lot of support, and so we are helping them find homes for their rescued dogs.  None of them are wealthy and most practically give the shirts off their backs to help these dogs. They are heros, every one of them. Our events are first open to Connecticut dogs, and once all Ct dog pounds that are interested have registered with us, we fill the remainder of the kennels with our southern rescue dogs.   A life saved is a life saved,  I don’t care where they hail from.
 If you think there is nothing you can do, it’s just not true.  Old blankets or towels you might otherwise throw out can be donated to your local shelter – just give them a good washing before turning them in.  Food can be donated, even a five dollar gift certificate to a Petco or Petsmart or local feed store is a help.  Volunteer to walk a dog or spend time with the cats at your local shelter.  That costs nothing.   If your economic situation allows, donate any amount to the known and reputable rescues or shelters.   Whatever you do, don’t turn away just because it’s a sad reality.  We can turn it around, we are already doing it one step at a time. 
 
Monty, seen below,  and 96 other dogs got a home this weekend. 
NINETY SEVEN DOGS HOMED. 

  
THAT, my friends.. is why we do what we do. 
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