I wasn't finished. No, I'm not writing about the doubts, what I think I should exhibit, blah, blah, blah.
Last week I had to go for another hearing test, because in June I experienced sporadic periods of radio and TV and traffic noise echoing in my head, culminating in my having to ask Mr Softspoken (aka Ben) to tone down. I draw the line at Ben being too loud; I knew I had to go see the doc, who suggested I get a hearing test in the first instance to see if it has deteriorated. Anyhow, no deterioration and no mechanical problems as far as the audiologist could see. But this being the third or fourth time in four years at this practice, she knows my problems in that department.
She knew I had sleeping problems due to tinnitus for several years, how easily I startle with loud noises, and the difficulties I have with simultaneous multiple conversations. She knows I like quiet in my house and use audio books, radio, and music to shut out outside noise as much as to listen to them. She wondered if June's episode was psychological.
Anyhow, this is what she told me.
Human ears adjusts their sensitivity according to the surroundings. At a rock concert, for example, they automatically turn the volume down so you don't hear the full blast; in a quiet room, they increase the volume so you can hear smaller sounds like the clock ticking or a car door slamming in the distance. When the environment is too quiet, your ears apparently make up noise to, as it were, fill in the void. So she told me to keep National Radio or Discworld on and don't go after absolute quiet.
And if I don't see the connection with my hibernation/socialization continuum, well...
OK, over and out. Ice cream time.