Miracle?

For quite a long time, for many years in fact, I have laboured under the misaprehension that I am at least slightly, but permanently, deaf in my left ear.

When comments from the driver's seat, so to speak, became hard to understand I assumed that tinnitus had taken its toll.

One learns to live with such minor afflictions. Ears bunged up in the early morning or during the annual catarrhal phase (yes, even here when Christmas Eve temperatures go from a high of 25 degrees centigrade to a low 15) became the norm.

Until this morning. Pop! Full stereo! Wonders never cease.

Now, of course, I'm not as happy about living next to that amazing building site with jack-hammers operating from dawn to midnight.

I must also modulate my diction and cease shouting at people! And now my own voice when I speak sounds harsh and excruciatingly sibilant. I need a de-esser as an implant as soon as possible.