Stouffville, Ontario Canada (647) 962-1997 gwstudios@rogers.com M-F 8:30am - 2:30pm & 8:00pm - 11:00pm

Tag: hearing loss

This ear infection brings back a memory from my youth.

greatwallstudiosLeave a Comment on This ear infection brings back a memory from my youth.

Not of the intense inner ear pain, but a memory I had following a surgery to have tubes placed in my ears to shore up the collapsing inner walls of my ear canal. It was late in the evening, I was getting over the anesthesia from the surgery, in my own bed at home and I was crying because there were noises keeping me awake. And much to my surprise my mum told me I could hear the birds outside my window, and the rain on the glass. Two, usually too soft sounds I didn’t really take much notice of before, and were so new I couldn’t place them. Mind you I was drugged to the tits for a six year old or so, but it was still pretty startling. How can you live like this, hearing all this weird shit. How do you know what to pay attention to? If I can hear a fan, cars, mumbled talking, phone notifications, birds, and what not, odds are I can not hear you talking to me from several feet away. It’s all one jumbled mass of noise to me. Write that shit down. Text me!

Weird memory to have late last night as I was putting antibiotic drops in my ear. But a vivid one at that. Never can tell what you will remember about life. Happy Tuesday all.

Ps. Yes I did lose the airbrush compressor. It has died a death. I’m now on the lookout for a higher quality replacement that offers slightly more versatility. But which does not break the bank. I know the top of the line Iawata guns and compressors will cost over 1K. Too rich for my blood. I need a mid to lower mid tier set that will last five to ten years of intermitten, sparse use. Any recommendations from out there in internet land?

Clear signs that I am aging.

greatwallstudiosLeave a Comment on Clear signs that I am aging.

Slept on my hand a bit funny last night, and it woke me up around 2:00am, and kept waking me intermittently throughout the night. Feels as though my body weight shifted some bones in my hand. The use of my thumb and pinky finger together is nearly impossible this morning. A very prominent ache sings from my knuckles to my wrist on the three fingers furthest from my thumb. The tendons ache as well. Brushing my teeth was so bothersome I switched to my other hand. I know that if I sit on either foot I can cause myself some momentary aches and pains, but three or four hours of sleep has really left a mark on my right hand this morning. I slept poorly afterward because I couldn’t find a comfortable position for the hand so that it didn’t hurt. I may wind up being a grumpy sob today. I’ll try to keep my mind on something other than the throbbing pain in my hand. So, yeah – aging is fun. I’ve got that going for me, which is nice. Ha.

It’s bothersome, sure, but I don’t imagine it’ll last more than a few days before it subsides or disappears altogether. Lesson learned. Don’t sleep on your hands! And other timely lessons I am bound to learn in the coming years. Such as, don’t let the Tums run out. Have aspirin on hand, buy a decent medical/emergency kit, own atleast one tourniquet, fix small problems before they balloon into giant costly ones. Simple things like that. Experience you earned by being dumb, so now you seem old and wise regarding your experience with such things.

Wednesday, humpday, middle of the week, day. All of the above! Snow is inbound. Snow is imminent! How much snow? Yeah I don’t know. I need to look it up. But the white stuff is coming to town once more, so warm up those shovels, and keep the Voltaren handy! Looks like a few days of constant accumulation, so don’t leave it all for the last day, but don’t rush out there right away, you’ll just wind up adding one additional shovelling session to your to-do list.

Finished book four, a good ways into book five, and then it’s back to the Robert Evan’s old Hollywood autobiography- again. And that means I have until the end of June to finish it, and still maintain my schedule for 12 books in a year. I would like it to not take that long, but it could if it had too. Though, not to lie, if I don’t finish it in another week, I’ll swap out for the Adrian Tchaikovsky book I got for Christmas, and will read that instead. I have a feeling I’ll still be trying to get to the end of the Bob Evans book around Christmas of this year! Ha. Can you imagine.

I bought an N.K Jemison trilogy that I’ve heard rave reviews of, and they look long(ish), so I can’t be dragging my feet if I want to complete the reading list. As a new to me author, I’m not sure what to expect. Will I fly through it, like a John Scalzi, or Michael Crighton novel, or will I slow walk it like a Stephen King, or a George R R Martin tome? I hope that for my sake they are fast and exciting reads. It’s great to finally find and add a new good author to the list. However to do that, you do wind up reading some less than stellar stuff too. That’s the gamble. Rave reviews by people you wouldn’t like don’t mean much. Have to pull those reviews from trusted sources, which can be difficult these days. Is it paid? Are they friends? Are the blurb authors from the same publisher? Do you trust the judgement of said blurb authors? All sorts of things factor in. Have they given you good references before to find books you enjoyed? Or did their previous endorsements kind of suck – at least in terms of your own interests. But I digress.

In positive news I don’t need to buy my books as large print just yet. My eyes, at least for now, seem to be holding up. My hearing is dog shit, but it’s been that way for a huge portion of my life. I do – *technically* need at least one hearing aid, but they are expensive, and I try to get all of my briefs, and change requests in written form, so that staves off much confusion from accents, speech volume, or ambient room noise that I find distracting. Also leaves a paper trail of why changes were made, and whom asked for them. Also, I don’t have an immediate boss, so I don’t need to listen to anyone talk on the daily, and that relieves stress in my life like you wouldn’t believe. Probably why I dislike books on tape so much! And why I watch the bulk of my movies and tv shows with the closed captions on.

Huh, aging, ain’t it grand! Ciao Bella!

All is quiet on the southern front.

greatwallstudiosLeave a Comment on All is quiet on the southern front.

I don’t hear foot steps, screaming, or any kind of action upstairs, so the kids are either sound asleep (highly unlikely) or watching netflix in their mother’s bed. Which is usually punctuated with squeals, screams, kicking and slapping, as they jostle for position on the pillows, and for duvet coverage in the warmth of the king size comforter. None of which I can hear. Doesn’t mean that none of it is currently happening, just that I can’t hear it over the drone of my floor fan, dehumidifier, furnace, and the ceiling. Also – mic check, I’m hard of hearing in my left ear, so that adds a layer of difficulty to spying from the basement guest room. I can imagine, as I break the plane by crossing the upstairs threshold that it is absolute bedlam up there, and my sonic white noise bubble just does an excellent job of hiding it all. Or, now hear me out, because it’s still dark out until 8:00am or later on cloudy days, maybe they actually slept in? I doubt that, but it could one day be true. Right? One day they will both want to sleep in? Won’t they?

Yesterday’s PA Day wasn’t awful, the kids were fairly well behaved throughout the day. We even spent 2 hours in the frigid park. All of us wound up with bright rosy wind burned cheeks. It snowed a little, but nothing like what we were hoping for. I wanted four to six inches so that they could go tobogganing in the park, but it was mostly just frost glazed grass. Not ideal. Lots of freezing rain, drizzle, fog this year. I have to think that there will be more of it to come with how weird our winter is this year.

Shout out to my niece who turned fourteen today! Happy birthday Ava Jane! Hope you have a great weekend! Ciao Bella.