So yesterday, I posted about my medical issue requiring a visit to the emergency room. And many of you have commented and dialogued with each other on that experience, which has been fascinating to read. ❤
Now I’m going to present you with another perspective of the same experience. Confused? Bear with me for a minute… 🙂
As some of you know, I have another blog. There’s a link on this blog in the top right margin that you can click anytime you fancy.
Why two blogs? Well, this blog is more about me the mom, me the wife, me the parent, me the fortnite enforcer, me the cook and driver and blah blah BLAH.
But my other blog, that’s where I get selfish. That blog is completely focused on hearing loss.
My hearing loss.
When I wrote here about my emergency room situation, I didn’t mention my hearing loss. But I seem to have a dual personality, and having two blogs actually help me process some of my issues. I like that I keep the two separate (the mom blog and the hearing challenge blog).
So now I invite you to read my experience in the emergency room from the perspective of a person with hearing loss. And, as a special treat, I go back a number of years and illustrate that this problem is not new, to me.
Looking forward to your comments on this one. And, thank you for reading!
Here is my other story of the same experience:
Sitting in waiting rooms with hearing loss
How many blogs do you write on? Have you started, and/or abandoned different blogs over the years?
I thought blogging was going out of style after the initial mom-blog bandwagon that I, too, jumped on. Today, I seem to notice no shortage of blogs, and most have nothing to do with parenting! Plus, it appears empty-nesters and seniors are happily blogging away, as my reader feed tells me.
This makes me happy. 😊
I currently maintain two blogs: this one, and the Sorry, Can’t Hear You blog.
There was an episode on the long-running sitcom Frasier years ago that stuck to my brain. Well, several of them do, I really enjoyed that show, but one in particular seems to enter my mind quite frequently. It’s the one where, if I remember correctly, his dad moved in with him and the father-son team are adjusting to living together under this new dynamic.
Frasier liked his morning routine to be Just So. His father, being older and harbouring a hip disability, has his own ideas of how mornings should run and he disrupts his son’s routine completely. At one point Frasier loses it and starts yelling and waving his arms around complaining that his paper is not in front of his door, and when he locates it it’s no longer in the right order, or crisp and unwrinkled…anyway, he is all freaked out and complaining to his dad. It’s funny.
But it’s also not funny. I too like to have a certain morning routine that I hang on to like I do my first cup of coffee. I enjoy that few minutes of alone time before the hustle of kids and school begins. Continue reading
I have two personas, so to speak. The obvious one is me, the: Continue reading
Sometimes, people will ask you to repeat yourself because they didn’t hear you the first time you spoke. This is perfectly legitimate and happens to everyone occasionally.
Other times, you are convinced the people you spoke to heard you, but simply chose to ignore you. This happens often when you are a parent to small(ish) children, or perhaps teenagers (or face it, any kid currently living with you). There is a term for this behaviour: selective hearing. Granted, they may truly not hear you because they have ear buds in their ears listening to music, or are so tuned-in to their screens they are incapable of breaking their concentration to ‘hear’ your voice. Either way, you find yourself repeating the same words. Continue reading