Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Category: Hearing Loss and Cochlear Implant
Ten Things I’m Sick Of
The list took some culling but these are the items that floated to the top of the detritus of my miserable, self-pitying existence today. I am sick of eating soda crackers. Related to this and not deserving of its own place on the list,… Continue Reading “Ten Things I’m Sick Of”
Recovery Room
All is well with me. The implanted portion of my cochlear implant is implanted. I have a big white bandage over my ear with gauze wrapped around my head reminiscent of the wounded Revolutionary War soldier playing the drum in the picture that hung… Continue Reading “Recovery Room”
No to the Negative
No make-up. No polish. No jewelry. No lotion. No food. No water. No pills. No coffee. No time. No thoughts. No worry. No more.
Lots More Juice
My husband texted me this afternoon: “Talked to a young guy with two cochlear implants. Really interesting. Nice guy, too.” I answered, “What did he say about having them?” My husband, “Hard at first, but changed his life. He said you (JJ) need to… Continue Reading “Lots More Juice”
Prep Work
I did something this afternoon that I hardly ever do. I cleaned. Not my office or my hard drive. My dining room. I took everything off window sills and tables. I pored lemon oil on the wood and buffed the furniture. I rearranged family… Continue Reading “Prep Work”
Twenty Things That Might Happen
If all goes as planned, two weeks from now I’ll be recovering from cochlear implant surgery. I’m not crazy about the idea of having surgery and part of me worries that I’ve been hearing impaired so long it’s become a lifestyle, my own little… Continue Reading “Twenty Things That Might Happen”
Moving Day
I am 17 days away from having a hole the size of a half dollar drilled in my mastoid bone and I am getting a little weak in the knees. “Don’t worry. We cover it up with muscle and [whatnot],.” (I didn’t catch what… Continue Reading “Moving Day”
The Week That Was
Let’s see. I wrapped up a project this week that involved working with a person who was the ‘other woman’ in a volatile relationship I had thirty-five years ago. I knew about her and she knew about me but I don’t know if she… Continue Reading “The Week That Was”
Plan for the Paradox
When a teenage girl I was mentoring told me she wanted to become a really good artist, I told her she should take classes at the Art Museum. “I don’t want to learn anything,” she said. “I just want to be an artist.” It… Continue Reading “Plan for the Paradox”
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
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