The Saga of the Junked Hearing Equipment

As most readers of the historical versions of this Blog know, I’ve had hearing issues for most of my life. This post is not about a re-hash of that stuff (you can roll on back if you need to) – this one is about my current “hearing equipment” setup and the profound madness it has engendered in Paul’s psyche for about a year now – and my most recent and final trashing of one significant item. The reason for said “trashing” is because the device in question has been figuratively screaming at me for a long time now – and what it’s been screaming is “There is no functional purpose for me [sic] – I only exist to drive you mad!” To condense a lot of mind-numbing drivel into a kinder form for my readers, I’ll simply say that almost exactly one year before this post date, I got a Cochlear Implant on my right side. Google it if you don’t know what that is. When my implant was “activated’ by my audiologist, whoever the hell paid for it (wasn’t me) graciously provided not just one, but two o...