Lovely Sandwich

I think my hearing is getting worse…

Over the weekend, our friends Cassie and Basil came to visit, and I had a really hard time understanding either of them unless I was looking right at them.  Riding in the backseat of their car, I strained and struggled to make sense of their words, and walking around at the zoo was equally difficult because I was walking several steps behind them (I was really tired!).  I’ve known Cassie for 15 years, and I don’t remember ever having trouble understanding her in person.  I’ve had some difficulty on the phone with her for the past few years, but I assumed that was (mostly) due to us talking on cell phones.

I don’t have a problem with hearing sounds, I don’t think.  I can still hear all the little pops and creaks of our house late at night, and the random annoying neighborhood sounds.  But my speech comprehension is not doing so well.

Last night after dinner, Brandt was getting dessert, about 8 feet from the kitchen table where I was sitting.  I asked him what he’d had for lunch, and I swear I clearly heard him say, “A lovely grilled chicken sandwich.”  I laughed and said, “A lovely chicken sandwich?  And what made it so lovely?”  He looked confused and said, “Well, it was grilled, and it had lettuce...you know, nice and healthy.”  Apparently he had said “HEALTHY grilled chicken sandwich,” not “lovely.”  {sigh}