As long as I can remember, my mother has had trouble hearing. Her hearing loss was a result of a childhood bout of Scarlet Fever. We managed to deal with the issue without much trouble, but in the last few years, the hearing loss has become more of a bone of contention between the family and my mother. She refused from first mention to get tested for a hearing aid. Always stating that she didn't like things in her ears. She was quite adamant about it, too. She did have a hearing test some years ago, but that's as far as it went. Once my parents moved here, though, the issue became quite urgent and we almost felt as if an intervention was necessary to fix this problem.
In contrast, Steve, my husband, grew up with 1 sibling who was much younger and didn't pose much conflict. As a result, Steve doesn't like yelling. When we were first married, I yelled at any given moment, I even laughed loud. It really was obnoxious. Looking back I wonder how we managed to stay together this long. So imagine his chagrin upon learning that yelling was the solution chosen to deal with my mother's increasing hearing loss. After they arrived here in 2009, it became quite evident that the hearing was worse and our only option was even more yelling. I cringed every time someone had to yell to respond to my mom because I knew Steve hated it. It seemed as if it got worse by leaps and bounds and I knew that something would have to be done about it.
Hearing loss is never funny, but situations created by hearing loss can be hilarious. Especially when the words spoken are not the words heard.
"Mom, I'll do that in a while." "Whose crocodile?"
"Mom, do you want a Klondike Bar?" "No, I don't want a corndog!"
"Mom, do you want some water?" "Salt?, why do I need salt?"
"Mom, Frank said he took the kids somewhere." "Aren't they going out?"
"Mom, Fiona is with Sean" "What's the matter now? Sibling rivalry?"
"Merry Christmas!" "How's business?"