Day 6
Not much happened today in terms of C.I use. I ended up staying overnight in London at a deaf mate's house, so much of the morning and afternoon was spent with the C.I remaining packed away.
Come the evening, I had already arranged to meet my Grandfather, Fred. Tonight was the first time I've seen him, since the switch-on. On the train to Fred's, the onboard tannoy was saying something different. I wasn't sure if I heard correctly, '...if you see anything suspicious, please tell a member of staff'. I looked up to the scrolling information for the 'subtitles' and...I heard it right!
The next time the tannoy repeated the same sentence I was only able to pick bits and pieces of it, such as, 'Please keep bzzf bzzzflngng with you argh all times...If you see anything suspicious, etc, etc'. As the 'subtitles' scrolled the sentence I could remember back to the buzzy words and match it the subtitles.
So every time the tannoy said that sentence, or the 'destinations/arrivals' sentence, I find myself understanding a speech without needing to look at a face. This is the first time I have experienced this experience for over 10 years. The possibilities...!
The evening at Fred's went very well. I understood practically 99% of what Fred was saying and there was never a time when he had to repeat a word twice, 3 or 4 times or write the word down. For the first time in a long time, we can now have a normal conversation.
Fred remarked on how relaxed I looked and sounded. He went on to say that my voice was becoming more pronounciating and generally more confident. It has been 16 months since I heard my own voice. Over this time, slowly but surely, my voice was starting to change - to put it bluntly; deterioating. Over the first three days of switch-on I noticed my voice box's muscles were being used in places that I never even knew existed. It wasn't so much I ended up going to bed with a sore throat but I could the feel strength.
On that note: Robbie Williams - watch out(!)
Come the evening, I had already arranged to meet my Grandfather, Fred. Tonight was the first time I've seen him, since the switch-on. On the train to Fred's, the onboard tannoy was saying something different. I wasn't sure if I heard correctly, '...if you see anything suspicious, please tell a member of staff'. I looked up to the scrolling information for the 'subtitles' and...I heard it right!
The next time the tannoy repeated the same sentence I was only able to pick bits and pieces of it, such as, 'Please keep bzzf bzzzflngng with you argh all times...If you see anything suspicious, etc, etc'. As the 'subtitles' scrolled the sentence I could remember back to the buzzy words and match it the subtitles.
So every time the tannoy said that sentence, or the 'destinations/arrivals' sentence, I find myself understanding a speech without needing to look at a face. This is the first time I have experienced this experience for over 10 years. The possibilities...!
The evening at Fred's went very well. I understood practically 99% of what Fred was saying and there was never a time when he had to repeat a word twice, 3 or 4 times or write the word down. For the first time in a long time, we can now have a normal conversation.
Fred remarked on how relaxed I looked and sounded. He went on to say that my voice was becoming more pronounciating and generally more confident. It has been 16 months since I heard my own voice. Over this time, slowly but surely, my voice was starting to change - to put it bluntly; deterioating. Over the first three days of switch-on I noticed my voice box's muscles were being used in places that I never even knew existed. It wasn't so much I ended up going to bed with a sore throat but I could the feel strength.
On that note: Robbie Williams - watch out(!)
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