It's been five months since going deaf. Sometimes, I still can't believe it. I'll wake up in the morning and think "holy crap, I'm actually deaf and this will last forever". My hearing can't get any worse as it's already as bad as it gets. It's so final; there is no treatment like an illness, no magic cure (although you could argue that the CI is a cure but, not really), no special medicine, this is it. For the rest of my life I will listen to people talk via an artificial device attached to my skull. It's a fairly major "holy crap" moment.
I've taught myself to shake these thoughts as quickly as possible, it would be too easy to dwell on what I've lost instead of thinking about what I've still got. xx
