Hear Here
You'd be amazed at the number of people who write to tell me I ought to have my hearing tested. It's so nice to know that complete strangers care so much about my health. Of course they usually make that suggestion while complaining about a scheduling decision, but I'll take what I can get.
This morning I did, indeed, go to have my hearing tested. They're doing batch testing of all the Ö÷²¥´óÐã staff in Inverness at the moment. A few years ago the Ö÷²¥´óÐã's own nurse would arrive from Glasgow with her litle box of medical kits and would test our hearing, blood pressure and stress levels all at the one time.
These days we have to make appointment at the Occupational Health department tucked in a little brick building behind Raigmore Hospital. A nurse called 'Mags' asks you a few questions, peers into your ears with a pointy torch and then asks you to step into a tiny soundproof booth which reminded me of the glass booth they used to have to TV programmes like Mr & Mrs and The Sky's The Limit. You listen on headphones to a series of bleeps and you have to press a little button to confirm you've heard each one.
I told Mags that I was concerned about my hearing because, as I get older, I can't make out what people are saying if there are a lot of people talking at once, or if I'm at a party and trying to make out the small-talk.
I needn't have worried. Apparently my hearing is "very good" for someone of my age, although I do have a "squiggly ear canal" and a little scarring in my right membrane that might have been caused by an infection picked up in a swimming pool.
But the good news for those of you who like to tell me where I'm going wrong is that I'm hearing you loud and clear.
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