NaBloPoMo – National Blog Posting Month – Day 5 – In Recovery And About My Hearing

Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22554 – 867

Here’s the haps:

Well, in the process of wrapping up the visit from Hurricane Alex and his siblings and cousin. Just having the two extra families for dinner was exhausting but fun and worthwhile. I plan to respond to everyone’s comments but I wanted to get a post out before I went off to bed early. I was really happy with the response to the memes so I will probably do another post or two like that, especially this month. I did find this story in the email archives dated Oct 25, 2003, so it’s possible that you may have heard this one before. I did visit the ear doctor earlier this year and was told my hearing was borderline and that I should come back in a year or two and she would likely give me hearing aids. I identified with this story…

A gentleman of a certain age feared his wife was getting hard of hearing, so one day he called her doctor to make an appointment to have her hearing checked. The Doctor made an appointment for a hearing test in two weeks but meanwhile, there was a simple, informal test the husband could do to give the doctor some idea of the state of her problem.

“Here’s what you do,” said the doctor, “Start out about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone, see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response.”

That evening, the wife was in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the living room. He says to himself, “I’m about 40 feet away, let’s see what happens.”

Then in a normal tone, he asks, ‘Honey, what’s for supper?” No response. So he moved to the other end of the room, about 30 feet from her, and repeated, “Honey, what’s for supper?” Still no response. Next, he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife, and asks, “Honey, what’s for supper?” Again he gets no response. So he walks up to the kitchen door, only 10 feet away. “Honey, what’s for supper?” Again there is no response, so he walks right up behind her, “Honey, what’s for supper?”

“Oh my word, Herbert! For the fifth time, CHICKEN!”