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Wednesday,
9 June 2004
My left ear is very waxy but interestingly, my right ear (the implanted
side) is not. Probably due to the ear-mold?
Friday,
3 June 2004
Phil was snoring... ha ha! At first, I had no idea what was that noise.
I think it is the first time I heard Phil snoring with the implant. Oh
it was so funny and shocking to know how loud he snored. And all tha time,
he was complaining of mummy's loud snoring.
I normally don't take implant to bed but Phil wanted me to hear Mike biking
to work which he hear daily... just before 7:30 AM. It is nicely loud
but sweetly brief before we fell asleep again. It was then, I first heard
Phil snoring.
Tuesday,
1 June 2004
Finally I got to see Advanced
Bionics headquarters, the manufacturer of my implant... deaf-friendly
atmosphere. I was flown down to Burbank airport near LA, for their patient
testing. An hour travel time. Interestingly, I was selected by the computer-generated
list of possible patient participants.

I wished I had a tour of their meticulous handmaking process of the internal
devices, but I wasn't aware of it until too late.

Tracy welcomed me warmly
with sign language. She even let me used her computer to send emails when
I wanted to get in touch with Phil for picking me up on my return. What
a difference email technology makes for my independence otherwise I would
have been dependable on others to phone on my behalf. Yes, I could have
phoned Phil myself but erm, I guess I didn't think of that at that time.

I spent whole 3 hours
of mapping tests with Andreas, for testing their new software. Since I
am prelingual (deaf from birth), I couldn't be specific with what I am
or not hearing. Instead, I found his 'Categorically Loudness Scale' chart
useful to expressing what I am hearing...
1. barely audible
2. very soft
3. soft
4. medium soft
5. medium
6. medium loud
7. loud & comfortable
8. maximum loud
9. uncomfortable
10.very uncomfortable
I like this technique because I noticed that I could not tell the difference
after no.7. So, I could at least tell Colleen, my audiologist the next
time I go to her for re-programming... where to stop going any higher
in individual channel (before I get confused).
Wednesday,
8 April 2004
"What time is it?" As I was busily doing something, I unconsciously
heard and recognized the spoken sounds. I am overwhelmed by the fact that
I actually heard words absent-mindedly just like how we see things naturally
without consciousness. Obviously yes, ""What time is it?"
is one of the most repeated phrases since I was implanted.
I also observed how
poor resolution my implant is because I couldn't hear the individual sounds
clearly... not enough to comprehend what Phil asked for... hammer, screw-driver,
gold screws, drill, chisel, square, pencil, pliers, bar. Instead, I am
getting the most information through the syllables... ham-mer, pen-cil.
Saturday,
27 March 2004
My vocabulary is increasing: hammer, pliers, screw-driver, pencil, square,
wood, brush, wire-brush, bar, drill, chisel, saw...
You see, while Phil
is fixing the wall and the floor behind the mask, my responsibility is
to hand over a particular tool.
To my pleasant surprise, I understood what François say, "dish-washer"!
Saturday,
6 March 2004
I am actually picking up words pretty quickly these days, to our amazement.
Phil frequently phone up with longer sentences, "pick me up..."
Last night's iChat
with Pooja was also thrilling when I promptly responsed to her questions,"How
are you?", "Are you sleepy?", etc. Wow!
Sunday,
19 February 2004
Hearing culture is surely very different from Deaf culture. For the past
one year, I am continuously being awared of how much hearing people rely
on their ears for comprehending the world around themselves. For instance,
earlier as I walked passed Dave's father with a smile, I heard him saying
"Thank you" (for having helped moving Dave's stuff). I was stunned
with the beautiful and recognizable sounds, but kept walking on as I normally
do. No wonder, many strangers think I am rude... without the implant,
I would not have known that I was being thanked or being greeted.
Thursday,
12 February 2004
The phone rang and I picked up the phone, it was Phil on the other end.
I asked what time does he want to be picked up... I heard 'six forty-five'
but it wasn't. I tried again and again, but it wasn't even 'six' to start
with. Eventually (five minutes), I tried different tactic i.e. 'quarter
to', 'ten to' but they don't sound like 'six' I keep hearing. Ah! I then
got it, "pick... me up now!
Monday,
2 February 2004
I asked Pooja on the phone where she is and she replied "Office".
Then, I asked her how many people are there and I heard "Four".
Sounded easy although I admit still feeling nervous of phones as if they're
the latest gadget being used for the first time!
Saturday,
31 January 2004
A very long silence... erm, I know. Finally, my audio-therapy sessions
have commenced ($1,000 insurance coverage limitation for the calendar
year 2004) after an absence of 4 months. Great!
Otherwise, I am encouraged
to phone Phil daily because it effectively cannot let me lipread him :-)
However, Phil have
started masking his mouth when he comes home from work in evenings :-(
Anyway, today the phone
rang, rang, rang... I apprehensively looked at the phone because there
has been no email replies from Phil. The phone again rang, rang, rang...
so I picked up the phone and recognized Phil with his two familiar words!
Hooray!
Jul-Dec
2003
The second half of the
year
Jan-Jun
2003
The first six
months
Dec
2002
My cochlear
implant surgery
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