Back in 2017, I devoted a blog post to the milestone of reaching the half-century mark. I am a few months shy of reaching the half-way point of my fifties, so I figure it’s an appropriate time for a mid-way update on my experiences with aging and the passage of time.
If you watch the nightly television network news, an old-school way to keep up with the world, I realize, there is a steady stream of pharmaceutical advertising in which earnest, attractive, and fit folks in their middle years begin a sales pitch with the tag-line, “if you’re over 50 then talk to your doctor about…” One can quickly determine that the big 5-0 ushers in some fairly ominous predicaments and decisions. Yet, I at least take some comfort in the notion that my fellow mid-lifers are having fun or at least portraying themselves as having fun.
My Hearing Aid Journey
Right before the pandemic started, I was talking on my iPhone at work, and all of a sudden, it seemed rather difficult to hear the other person speaking in my right ear, so I switched to my left ear, which was at least some degree better. I wondered if my problem somehow related to my perpetual unwillingness to spring for the latest and greatest Apple device, but that thought made no sense at all.
Upon a bit more reflection. I realized that I had gotten into the mode of “what?”, and “Huh?” or in my more polished tone “Pardon?” in conversations, especially at home with my spouse. Then, there was my growing tendency to crank up the television volume when left to my own devices. Not extreme situations, mind you, but noticeable nonetheless.
All my life, I have been plagued with the label of “loud talker,” in terms of how my vocal chords and brain were seemingly configured. Yet, this oddity had become more pronounced, and I deduced that perhaps my hearing situation played a role. Maybe I had lost a measure of my never quite adequate ability to hear–and register the volume of– my own voice.
I made an appointment for a screening at the Costco Hearing Aid Center, and then I went for a second screening at an audiologist/ENT clinic. The tests gave nearly identical results of mild to moderate hearing loss. The deficit was asymmetrical in nature, which the ENT said was slightly concerning. He declared that I would probably benefit from hearing aids, but an MRI might be helpful to eliminate other possibilities. So, since nothing about this seemed hair-on-fire urgent, I figured I would wait a year and see how things were then.
So, after 12 months where things stayed about the same, I went back to the audiologist/ENT and asked to undergo the MRI to be sure this wasn’t a brain thing. Given my claustrophobia, I had always dreaded the thought of an MRI, but positive self-talk–and a valium–helped me get though that symphony of strange noises in a small space.
My brain was deemed normal, though those around me might dispute that finding, but at least nothing tied to hearing loss could be detected. So, back to Costco for their requisite repeated tests. That made a total of four hearing screenings, all with the same conclusion: one ear was worse off than the other, but both could benefit from hearing aids to at least some degree.
So, I took the plunge, and it’s proven pretty positive without seeming miraculous. When I put some effort into it, I seem to be able to hear and control my own voice better. My spouse thinks I am now less loud a talker, though if I get emotional or agitated, he still has to let me know that I need to tone it down a bit. It took some getting used to when certain sounds, like the faucet running or the flip of a light switch, seemed extra pronounced, but somehow that started to become a reassuring novelty of sorts for me.
So, I have a new electronic medical appliance in my life. Yay! Back in 2005, I began wearing a CPAP to bed for my sleep apnea (Darth Vader-style mask and hose) every night and hauling said equipment with me when away from home. Now, add to that a little charging case where I tuck my hearing aids in each night. When my other half and I travel, I now have to look for two absolutely essential electrical outlets in the hotel room. On our recent cruise, we ended up unplugging the mini-bar fridge to make it work. Seems like a pretty minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.
Pre-Type Two Diabetes
During this same approximate timeframe, I also had a routine physical with the standard blood testing. The result was an elevated blood glucose, which my doctor explained had been a rather recent shift, so this gave me a chance to nip things in the bud relatively smoothly. He prescribed medication and also suggested that I approach carbs and sugar (two of my favorite things in life) more sensibly.
A year and a half later, whatever I am doing seems to be working. It’s not so much that I say a firm no to bread and dessert, but I do say no to the type of endless portions that I had become accustomed to in my old life. Setting some limits is not nearly as disheartening as I feared it might be. And, my treatment plan is really a piece of cake when you think about it, albeit a pretty sensibly-sized one.
Confronting Aging
There is that old saying along the lines of not minding aging except for the fact that it happens so quickly. That’s really how I see things. I feel so much wiser and self-assured at 54 than I did at 34 or even 44. Yes, I have my quirks and worries, but I think I see the bigger picture. Part of me wishes that I could exist like Brad Pitt in the Benjamin Button movie and get an increasingly younger body to go along with the experience of age. However, I think that the vulnerability of aging is part of what gives us perspective, and besides that movie had a really depressing ending anyway.
Ultimately, I feel so grateful for the adventures I get to have in my life. I am making the most of it. It may not be quite as charmed as what the over-50 crowd in those commercials seems to be experiencing, but if anything gets me down, I can always ask my doctor about it. I am, after all, over 50.