I’ve written a great deal about how much I can now do with the implant, how much I can hear and take part in things more fully. It’s marvellous but of course I am still hard of hearing even with the implant.
It’s all relative. If hearing is on a scale of 1 to 10 and you start at 1 with full hearing and end up at 5 you are going to be pretty annoyed. If you start at 9 to end up at 5 then you are going to be pretty impressed. As we know I am amongst the pretty impressed and I decided that now I can hear better I might be able to participate in some evening classes. I decided on Tai Chi.
I used to do this back in London and enjoyed it, you don’t really need to hear really as you should watch and copy rather than be instructed. I found out about some local classes and off I went to one class, this was just before Christmas. Now I wasn’t really expecting much, small town vs capital city etc etc, and it was ok but had nothing of the intensity and latent strength that I had found at previous classes but I fought back my inner snob and said I would go back again and give it a try.
That trial was last night. The class was ok. (BTW MLM came too and declared it not for him). I could hear some of the instructions – for there were some – if I turned my CI up a notch. Thank goodness that I couldn’t really hear any of the “witty” banter. For some stupid reason they stop 30 minutes before the end of class to have tea and cookies. Green tea, yuck. Then they start again for 10 minutes, what the chuff is that all about? Why not work for another 10 then stop for a chat?
That’s not why I am writing this. Im writing it because when we were all sat around being “sociable” some woman I have never met before and hope never to meet again spoke to me in the patronising tones reserved for the elderly, the disabled and foreigners. She then decides to announce to the group that we should all project our voices so that some of us can hear – she’s pointing at me at this stage. I try and stop her by saying “No, no” and when I say no I mean NO. Oh she says. I didn’t mean it about anyone in particular. Oh yeah madam? why not make it worse eh? Well FFS I decided to flounce out. A full flounce from one side of the hall to another. MLM followed – he’s used to my funny little ways.
A good flounce is ruined if you have to go back and collect your handbag from under the table.
I left my hat too.