hearing/loss
A journal of a "post-lingual acquired hearing loss in adulthood", or how I went deaf - and got a cochlear implant - at 39.
A journal of a "post-lingual acquired hearing loss in adulthood", or how I went deaf - and got a cochlear implant - at 39.
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The sand looks so amazing, and inviting.
Now THAT'S what i call climate change! 8~)
Wherever you were in that first picture, it must be a huge relief to be back home, out of that poisonous flux of solar ultraviolet, acres of white grit that looks like it would get in everything, and undrinkable water in a strange, wholly liquid state. I hope your ordeal didn't leave you psychologically wounded.
(sobs) You're right, Sherwood.
It was HORRIBLE!
I have printed out your comment and am going to read it every day as I walk to work in the COLD and ICE and SNOW and RAIN and WIND.
Horrible. Truly, it was.
Yours sandily,
ronnie
Oh, dear.
Looks like you were psychologically wounded, more's the pity.
A suggestion: next time you feel the need to travel to an island that's farther away than PEI, try one that is farther north than you are, and revels in its gloomy raininess. That narrows the choice down to Iceland or Ireland, so you should follow the Guinness quality-control trucks to your gloomy isle of happiness. I'm sure you can figure it out.
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