So it’s been two weeks.
So far… well, my wife is still deaf. Still more deaf than she started out. Only now she finds that everyone is talking way too loud while she can’t hear them.
An of course, having a new cyborg implant means that everyone wants to know how it’s going. Everyone. It’s the 300 pound gorilla of every conversation. I mean, how do you not ask “how’s the being a cyborg coming?” But the development is so slow that you might as well be asking “So, how much closer are we to the heat death of the universe?”
Everyone asking doesn’t make it less stressful that progress is so slow. She’s doing her rehab, about as much as she can stand. But this is something that will only get so much better so much faster. Worrying about it just generates more stress.
To make matters worse, the implant messed up my wife’s balance. More than she thought. So the first time she tried to go for a walk, she sprained her ankle. Which makes it hard to get exercise, which is a really handy thing for stress relief. Like relieving the stress of having people ask you every day if you’re any nearer the heat death of the universe.
For my part, I’ve spent a whole lot of time keeping all the normal life things going while she’s been recovering. Which had the effect of messing up all my stress-relief for quite some time. But on the plus side, I at least had useful things I could do.
Now there’s not a damn thing. Nothing to do but to sit by and watch my wife try and learn to hear again.
This bit. I don’t like this bit.