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Date: 09 October 2005 17:38:10
So there I was at a lantern festival with wife, kids and a dozen or so youth groupers, enjoying the prettiness of it all and walking along in the rain when things started to go a little pear shaped. It wasn't the rain, we shrugged that off, it wasn't the noise of the fireworks, very impressive they were too. It was the moment when son boy sat on my shoulders (he'd been walking a fair way and enjoyed it as he did so but was getting a little tired) and clapped his hands hard on both of my ears simultaneously. I woke up this morning with a painful throbbing sound, like my head was half submerged in a swimming pool. Every word spoken to me, and for some reason wifey, daughter and son boy all seemed 90% more loquacious this morning, seems painful and unpleasant. All this and I'm supposed to be doing a mini-review of 'Paint the Town Red' by Delirious? Ironic all told. Anyhow, going through the day partially deafened, I do hope temporarily, I'll be at the doctors soon to check it out. Speaking to people about it, reading and writing about deafness is one thing. Experiencing it is something completely different. Had to speak to church this morning about all sorts (OneHundredHours playing London this Wednesday, Street Bible a week on Wednesday, Big Draw on Saturday etc etc) and doing it while not being able to understand what I was saying was utterly disconcerting.