Can you hear what I hear

This post is a little out of sync, so forgive me.
It was strange on Christmas Eve to be sleeping in a big bed in a house rather than a smaller bed and being rocked in the boat.

Hubby and I have both suffered from tinnitus, though his was a lot worse than mine and he’d had it longer.
Living in our last house, this was made worse by the constant noise of heavy traffic and aircraft going past or over our house. Even the dog got fed up with it, thus it was another reason we wanted to move.

Since living on the boat, we have enjoyed the peace, quiet and tranquility of the Marina (Laughing Duck, Rooster Duck and their chums permitting), and the tinnitus has actually diminished, if not gone altogether.

Or at least I thought mine had.

Our friend lives in a quiet country village, though not quite as quiet as the one we lived in as it has a pub, post office, shop, church and a hairdresser whereas ours had NOTHING (except the noise).
It was eerily quiet, yet lying in bed, I could hear something in my head.
It wasn’t the dog over the way barking into the night (neither in the house responded).
It wasn’t wind in the trees.
Nor was it the familiar male snores of Hubby (or our friend).

I could hear bells.
Gentle, tinkling bells.
I like to think perhaps it wasn’t my tinnitus.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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1 Response to Can you hear what I hear

  1. floridaborne says:

    I can relate to the jet-engine-in-the-distance tinnitus, the click-click-click and sometimes the low tone that comes out of nowhere. Happy to hear that the gentle sounds of lapping water has eliminated it for you. 🙂

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