I was lying in bed last night waiting for sleep to find me, my deaf, implanted ear up in the air and my damaged ear sunk into the pillow, when I realized I was hearing something that sounded like rain outside or white noise. I got up and wandered around to see what I could be hearing: it was our room humidifier. How did I hear that?
It reminds me of a visit to my audiologist about a year ago, when I was living with two very powerful hearing aids and two very damaged ears (less than 5% hearing in either ear). I had gone to a Philadelphia Orchestra concert a few days earlier that had been conducted by our incoming conductor, Yannick Nezet-Seguin. He had pulled such a wonderful performance out of our group, with subtleties and nuances, variations in tone and crescendo, and feelings of soul, the likes of which I had never heard the orchestra perform that I could not help but rave about it. My audiologist looked at me with amazement in his eyes and said, "How could you hear that?" I don't know, but I did. 'Tiz a puzzlement, hmm?
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