She’s been back in her apartment for several weeks and is improving in strength and stamina every day. There’s a lot of physical and occupational therapy involved of which she says, “The nurse just worked me out so hard I feel like an old mule.” But still, every day, she answers the bell. Some days she answers it more happily than others but she always answers. Since I live very close by I drop over several times a day to help with meals or to just chat and check on the general welfare.
Her eyesight is not what it was but at 104 few things are what they were. The latest irritating sputter in the machine concerns her hearing. For a few weeks she was convinced that her hearing was fading because she had wax in her ears, but after an appointment with the nurse practitioner revealed no wax at all in the ears, it was off to a visit with the ear doctor. There, after a very extensive hearing test, the good doctor delivered his diagnosis. “You’re 104 years old…”
“YOU’RE 104 YEARS OLD AND YOUR EARS DON’T WORK WELL ANY MORE. ”
“What should I do?”
“I’D RECOMMEND A HEARING AID!”
So the appointment is made to get the hearing aid.
Fast forward two days and I drop by her place to find her sitting in her chair fuming at the TV.
“That’s it! Now it has happened!”
“What’s happened, Mom,” I ask in a calm and quiet voice.
“He told me I was going deaf and now I am! Look at that! Look at the TV! I’ve got the volume up all the way and I can’t hear a word they say! Not a word!”
I glance at the screen.
“You’ve got it on mute.”