Pre Hearing Aids

Would it be that I were from a time in history when life was simpler and burdens considerably lighter….. In case you're wondering if I'm about to compose a Jane Austen-like novel with dashing heroes and fairly timid heroines, you just might have to wait … Nay, the simpler time I am referring to is the one pre hearing aids and pre deciding to move. I alluded to the heightened sounds drenching my senses on Wednesday, and now, day 3 has wrought a new and complex variety of hurdles that would befit an Olympic athlete, to be sure. I'm beginning to understand the “land of the hearing aid”, and the cacophony of sound that I was apparently oblivious to for quite some time. There are, I might add, sounds which one still wishes could be drowned out, but that, dear ones, takes patience and a retraining of my brain. I believe I can now identify every clunk, clang, whir and whistle from each and every mechanical item in my house. I can hear the boisterous school children getting off the bus across the road and the dishwasher that is DRIVING ME ABSOLUTELY BONKERS at the other end of the house bangs on through its cleaning cycle, threatening my dainty inner peace and calm. But wait….. there's more. My house is in organized chaos and the combination aromas filling my allergy laden sinuses consists of the smell the oven makes on the self clean cycle and the oh so lovely scent of a house filled with cardboard. I, myself, prefer lemon air freshener as a rule but needs must. I reach for my phone and tap the preprogrammed “Zen sounds" for my ear apparatus, and while I'm not exactly whisked away to a sun-drenched hideaway, my brain is temporarily" distracted” and I can find my calm again. Maybe the manufacturer could work on the lemon scent setting to alleviate my other sensory discomfort?