What’s that I hear you say?

Abby is an old friend of mine. I use the word “old” not only in referrence to the duration of our friendship, but also the length of time we’ve been on this planet.

Social events have always been enjoyable for us, but in the past few years things began to change. Her obvious hearing loss was making participation difficult. Slowly I became Abby’s “personal parrot”, repeatedly giving her instant replays of what she misunderstood.

Many times I urged her to have her hearing tested, but she stubbornly ignored my pleas. Finally she agreed. Of course she failed the test and was fitted with Stockport hearing aids.
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We were both ecstatic with the results.

A few days later, after the initial excitement had worn off, Abby’s smiling face turned serious. She leaned toward me and said, “I am very concerned about you.” “Why do you keep repeating yourself?”