"You Know, The Ear Isn't Empty."
Fixing breakfast for Grandad, as mentioned in the previous paragraph, isn't too tough of a chore. It includes filling a bowl with cereal, topping it with raisins, and putting a banana beside it on the table. A cup of milk is then placed by the banana, so that it won't get lonely. A cup of pills and two hearing aides are also placed beside the breakfast, and a note that begins with, "Grandad, today is Tuesday..."
Basically, it's a pretty routine regiment, which looks a lot more involved when typed out.
What was I saying?
Oh yes, it was a pretty routine day.
Well, when I arrived home after work, I found Grandad sitting at the kitchen table. He had just finished his breakfast and was working on putting in his hearing aides. He had the left one in, but the right one was giving him some trouble.
You see, his hearing aides have a built in sensor of some sort that make them whistle when you place a hand over your ear. I can only surmise that this is so the user will know if they are working properly. At least, that's the way that we use the whistle.
Well, at this particular time, on this particular day, the hearing aide was whistling every time he stuck it in his ear. That is to say, it wasn't working right at all.
So, instead of messing with it all evening, I made an executive decision to put it in it's dehumidifier box for the night, and try it again the next day.
With the problem solved, I went upon my merry way and ended up watching TV in my room. About 15 minutes later, Grandad walks in and says, "You know, the ear isn't empty."
These days, ridiculousness out of Grandad's mouth isn't necessarily doled out in scarcity, so I just looked at him with my standard dull stare and asked him what the heck he was talking about.
"The ear. There's something in the ear," he says, and sticks a finger in the ear with no hearing aide.
"Something in the ear?" I ask, and walk over to look.
Sure enough, there is something in the ear. A little pink pill that I instantly recognize as his blood pressure medication.
Of course, I find this sad and hilarious at the same time. Poor old Grandad arrived at the table, ate his breakfast, saw his hearing aide and grabbed a blood pressure pill and stuck it in the ear. Of course, this didn't necessarily block any sound off, since he's for all intents and purposes totally deaf without his aides, so he proceeded to stick his hearing aide in and really ram that little fella down.
Luckily, the pill was still visible, and was easily removed with a pair of tweezers.
The whole ordeal reminded me of a story one of my friends told me about their daughter. One day she complained so loudly about an ear ache that my friend took her to the pediatrician.
The doctor found a peg from the boardgame 'Battleship' lodged so far inside the ear that it was no longer visible. Click here to continue reading this post.