I'm having a little "I'm deaf but hate hearing aids and refuse to wear them pity party" kind of a day.
If you're a "everything is sunshine, unicorns, and rainbows" kind of gal, you may want to stop reading here and stop by on another day. This post may be a bit too real for you.
Last week when I miserably failed my hearing test, I cried when the two, poor, very young Audiologists broke the bad news. They said that I really needed to get hearing aids. My ENT agreed with them.
I went back to see them this Tuesday and was presented with my hearing aid choices and prices. Whoa. My mind was blown. For the technology that suits my "active lifestyle" (though I'm currently sitting on the couch eating Twizzlers, using my computer, and watching General Hospital), the hearing aids cost $6400. Whoa. Again. That's a ton of money to pay for something that I really don't want to wear.
I agreed to wear a trial of some behind the ear aids for a week. If I like them, I can keep them and if I don't, then I can order some that will be molded to my ear and will fit inside my ear canal. You can, however, still see them. There were no "invisible" hearing aid choices at the office. My chin was quivering at this point. This was not what I had in mind, but I was determined not to cry in front of her again.
The Audiologist programmed the aids to my needs based on my hearing loss and told me to put them on my ears. She turned them on and began speaking. I cried. Hard. She sounded like a robot. A very very loud robot. All of the background noise was so loud, it was scary. I could hear my toe rub against the inside of my shoe, the fans on the computers were overwhelming, the papers that she handed me sounded like lightning when they rustled.
I was instructed to give it a week in order to get used to it.
By Wednesday at lunch, I had a splitting headache and it felt like the world was closing in on me. The hearing aids weren't helping my problem. I still had to ask people to repeat themselves because the background noise was so loud that I can't hear or concentrate on anything.
I took them out during lunch and immediately felt better. My cousin and mom put them in their ears and couldn't bear it for more than a few minutes. I haven't put them back in. I just can't. They're awful and make me miserable.
The only time I liked what the hearing aids did for me was while I watched TV. I didn't have to use closed captioning and I could hear everything that was going on! $6000 for something that allows me to turn off the closed captioning is so crazy it's comical. Not gonna happen.
I'm not cut out for hearing aids.
It looks like I'm going to be a Hearing Aid Dropout and invest in some "As Seen On TV" amplification devices for my television listening pleasure. This one looks like a Bluetooth and is made for watching TV. Perfect!
The good news is this product costs 30 bucks and I've saved my family over $6000. (They're going to charge me a penalty for backing out.)
If you've made it through this long monologue, thanks so much for listening. I promise to be more positive tomorrow!
p.s. Why do I drink Baby Mama Juice? Because I polished off the bag of Twizzlers I mentioned earlier. Ugh. What is wrong with me? I'm off to clean house for our architect interview tomorrow.