Let Sleeping Dogs Sleep and maybe that is why I don't hear the phone ring at night
This will not be an essay about mindfulness. There really isn't a Zen moment in what happened on Friday either. The weather in Miami is glorious in comparison with the extremely cold weather in the rest of the country, although for a native living in an apartment without heat requires minor adjustments like adding a pair of socks before bed.
At the yearly physical full of poking, prodding, there were two follow up visits. Just going to the office can get me jacked up. I've been taken to "the dark room" to stare at the fish tank before they took my blood pressure in the past.
This time the bp was a little bit high and I was asked to stop by to check it again. A second reason for a return visit was to clean out some reluctant ear wax. The result of the blood work was normal, roto rooter for the ears, and I had calmed down enough so the bp was almost normal. The Doc asked if I was hard of hearing. Is there an App for this? Maybe this was the reason I was having problems understanding Spanish and group conversations, did require people to repeat themselves sometimes or maybe a lot. I don't count and almost all my friends ask me to repeat stuff as well.
Clinically, after a visit to the audiologist at the UM on Friday, the lady said I indeed was having some problems with my hearing and that my left ear was considerably worse than the right ear and the constant ringing in my ears was most likely because of high frequency sounds I could no longer hear. She suggested I check my insurance and come back to try out a hearing aid.
This morning I asked my sister if she thought I was hard of hearing. Amy says yes. I guess I don't need a third opinion.
This stuff sort of sneaks up on you, I'm not going to argue with the results of the tests I took, and in a selfish way I wonder what the world will sound like without my ears ringing all the time. Maybe it will be easier to be mindful and all that jazz.
At the yearly physical full of poking, prodding, there were two follow up visits. Just going to the office can get me jacked up. I've been taken to "the dark room" to stare at the fish tank before they took my blood pressure in the past.
This time the bp was a little bit high and I was asked to stop by to check it again. A second reason for a return visit was to clean out some reluctant ear wax. The result of the blood work was normal, roto rooter for the ears, and I had calmed down enough so the bp was almost normal. The Doc asked if I was hard of hearing. Is there an App for this? Maybe this was the reason I was having problems understanding Spanish and group conversations, did require people to repeat themselves sometimes or maybe a lot. I don't count and almost all my friends ask me to repeat stuff as well.
Clinically, after a visit to the audiologist at the UM on Friday, the lady said I indeed was having some problems with my hearing and that my left ear was considerably worse than the right ear and the constant ringing in my ears was most likely because of high frequency sounds I could no longer hear. She suggested I check my insurance and come back to try out a hearing aid.
This morning I asked my sister if she thought I was hard of hearing. Amy says yes. I guess I don't need a third opinion.
This stuff sort of sneaks up on you, I'm not going to argue with the results of the tests I took, and in a selfish way I wonder what the world will sound like without my ears ringing all the time. Maybe it will be easier to be mindful and all that jazz.
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