I can’t imagine this is a unique situation, but my wife gets very angry if I either don’t hear her or misinterpret what I thought I heard her say.
As well, she refuses to do as the audiologists (several, uniformly) say is needed: if you want me to hear you, come to where I am, and or sit where I can see you, instead of talking to me from another room or another level (e.g., my office is in a loft, to which she rarely comes; when she’s sitting in the living room and I look down at her, I do just fine).
I’ve had several other posts on my audiology challenges, which include instances of trying, simultaneously, serially, 4 other providers (which included, eventually, 5 different pairs of aids, and 3 sets of molds) before finally giving up and having weekly adjustments by my maker’s (Beltone) hour-away highly skilled (Beltone sent a company rep to my - also very experienced - audiologist, and failed to make any difference) rep; that eventually resulted in at least a fair ability to hear accurate piano tones (vs horrible compression-induced atonality), and music in general, and my own voice (I - to be accurate, USED TO - sing in a couple of choirs).
However, I’ve moved to another state, and the audiologist here believed that while my most current audiogram should be accurate, that due to the volume levels leading to my left ear having feedback, that going to full molds would help.
Indeed, neither ear has any leakage, and the factory produced molds had the original (vs the previous instances of insertions to make the passage smaller) vents; no feedback, either ear. Hooray, I think, as I wear them home.
Until I find that they now echo, and I no longer can reliably understand my wife, despite the volume having been raised on startup to a “7” vs the center “5” which previously was seen on my HearMax app. I’m hopeful that further adjustment MAY assist, though being in the boonies of GA, rather than in the center of the east coast’s retirement population (Vero Beach FL), it takes me more than an hour, each way, to visit, a royal nuisance, let alone the inconvenience and wear/tear/fuel-cost on my 10 year-old creampuff car.
I can’t imagine getting the opprobrium which has become my standard if I’d broken my leg, or lost my left arm, and thus were unable to do as I did before, but it’s a significant challenge to my psychological comfort because she believes I’m ignoring her and gets angry as a result.
Sigh… I apologize for the diatribe, but at very nearly 80, I don’t really have time to deal with this for the rest of my life…
FWIW, previous audiograms posted by me aren’t notably different than the one in April of this year, just before I left FL, and of which I don’t have a paper copy, or I’d post it, in case there were any clues.
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