This Furlong is deaf. I didn’t know I was deaf until the Furlong daughter, who is a British Sign Language Interpreter, said “Mom, I think you are deaf.”
I am – classified severely deaf. Fancy that? I didn’t know.
No surprise as deafness runs in our whole family – my side, that is.
Mr Furlong has VAST hearing. He even hears pins dropping on carpets in the next door flat.
So, suddenly, I appear to be even more deaf than ever. It might be wax. It’s probably wax. People with hearing aids build up huge amounts of wax because the conveyor belt in the ear that shuttles wax out, is made inefficient by the aid.
But nesting in the wax in my now profoundly deaf ear on the left hand side is a bird. It chirps all the time. It’s so happy, but it’s driving me crazy.
I’m expecting Mr Furlong to tell me any minute now he can hear my bird too.