Poor AnnaRay

I, for one, am not freaking out. And just to be clear: AnnaRay was not the one complaining about her ears; I was. She's not so great at faking those conversations. She often nods when I ask her something like "how was work today?" or "what do you want for dinner?" Just this morning I said "you can leave that door open," and she responded by closing the door. So I am pleased to know that she just can't hear me, as opposed to she's just not paying attention to me. (That happens too, but usually there's reading matter involved.)

Also, I think bionic hearing could be pretty cool. Sexy even. I used to have a huge crush on Jaime Sommers. But really, who wouldn't?

I'm not the one going deaf, of course, but here's the way I look at it: it's a relief to know what's going on, since we already knew her hearing sucked. I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a bunch years ago, and when I read a list of some of the cognitive symptoms - memory problems, forgetfulness, slow word recall - I thought "This is great! Finally I have an excuse for getting lost in my own neighborhood and forgetting what I was going to say next."

Poor AnnaRay. I'm not the most sympathetic when it comes to physical ailments. She can expect to hear this sort of thing when she's pregnant: "Heartburn? Big deal. At least you're not nauseous 24 hours a day. Bleeding gums? Feh. Let me tell you about the back pain I had."