Last Friday morning I wandered into the kitchen and found Cheryl at the sink staring out the kitchen window. For a while now I felt that Cheryl’s hearing was worsening. She had not heard me come upstairs.
I’m about twenty feet away so I say quietly “Honey, can you hear me?”
There was no reaction so I stepped a bit closer and said “Honey, can you hear me?”
Still no reaction so I stepped even closer and said “Honey, can you hear me?”
I then opted to get within about two feet of her and say “”Honey, can you hear me?”
She turned around and said “Damn it, Chris, I’ve told you three times that I can hear you!”
