Hearing-Loss

Reflecting on a year of recovery from workaholism and hearing loss, finding gratitude, and planning a return to building projects and writing fiction.

I have been taking it easy for a year. I am a recovering workaholic. I used to work myself to death (and this could be why I lost my ear). I tend to get overly passionate about my job and pour myself into things, no matter what they are. It has to do with the common fallacy of tying self-worth to one’s career. I am trying to work on that. ...

One year anniversary of losing my hearing - reflecting on adaptation, family understanding, sleep challenges, accessibility, and moving forward with single-sided deafness.

It has been exactly one year since I lost all hearing in my left ear. A lot has happened. 📝 Note This post is a follow up to my hearing loss and about my health. Read the first and second articles before reading this one. I am not going to recount how I lost my hearing. I have written two posts about that already. However, this post is about the first major milestone I am crossing now. ...

Part 2 of my hearing loss journey - learning to adapt to single-sided deafness, getting hearing aids, and finding ways to move forward with one working ear.

I do not believe in luck. There is no such thing. Things happen and we must accept them or reject them. What we do defines us. 📝 Note This post is continued from Part 1: The Sound of Music. I knew my left ear would not work again. I had it for 32 and a quarter years. I used it well. I have to make do for the rest of my life with one ear. ...

The beginning of my journey with sudden sensorineural hearing loss - losing my left ear and learning to navigate a world with one functioning ear.

I don’t know the first thing about music. I learned how to play the flute as a kid. I didn’t like it. My mother wanted me to be a great flautist. I wanted to play the drums. I quit flute class after a year and never picked it up again. I never learned how to play drums either. I don’t believe in whatever some call destiny, fate or kismat. Things happen and the only thing I know I can control is how I feel about them. ...