hollydolly
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- Location
- London England
Click. Click. Click. I’m standing in the hallway flicking the light switch on and off. The room is alternately plunged in and out of darkness as the bulb hanging from the ceiling goes black, then lights up, and then goes black again.
On and on I go, like a naughty toddler, amused and fascinated in equal measure. Click. Click. Click. Who knew that light switches had a sound?
Sound. I still can’t get used to the idea. It’s just 24 hours since the doctors switched on my cochlear implants for the first time, ending a lifetime’s deafness, and I’m already finding that my home, which I thought I knew so well, is full of noisy surprises.
It’s not just the light switch in the hall that has startled me. Tap, tap, tap. Footsteps follow me everywhere I go on my laminate floors.
They are, of course, my own.
There’s the constant tick tock of clocks, the clicking of the central heating, the voices of children playing outside and cars rumbling past, a dripping tap.
It takes me ages to work out what the constant buzzing sound in my kitchen is, until I trace it to the fridge. I’d always thought of it as an inanimate object. Who knew it had a heart beating away inside?
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http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/a...ing-story-make-appreciate-sounds-granted.html
On and on I go, like a naughty toddler, amused and fascinated in equal measure. Click. Click. Click. Who knew that light switches had a sound?
Sound. I still can’t get used to the idea. It’s just 24 hours since the doctors switched on my cochlear implants for the first time, ending a lifetime’s deafness, and I’m already finding that my home, which I thought I knew so well, is full of noisy surprises.
It’s not just the light switch in the hall that has startled me. Tap, tap, tap. Footsteps follow me everywhere I go on my laminate floors.
They are, of course, my own.
There’s the constant tick tock of clocks, the clicking of the central heating, the voices of children playing outside and cars rumbling past, a dripping tap.
It takes me ages to work out what the constant buzzing sound in my kitchen is, until I trace it to the fridge. I’d always thought of it as an inanimate object. Who knew it had a heart beating away inside?
Read more:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/a...ing-story-make-appreciate-sounds-granted.html