Monday, September 5, 2011

Blessed

We're resigned. But we're blessed.

Blessed to be able to wear earplugs in order to "deal with the din". In other words, we're blessed to have a way to cope with the noise and audio rubbish that bombards us virtually every day. It's not deafness we fear the most. It's our sanity.

Are you OK with loud noise?

Before we go further: Are you OK with loud noise? Are you absolutely oblivious to it? Are your autonomic and nervous systems may be impervious to all sounds? Does that describe you? If that's you, then please e-mail us at thedailydecibel (at) gmail (dot) com. We'd really like to hear! (no pun intended.) Seriously. Do you like all sounds? Drop us a line, dude. You might end up winning a vacation to the home page of The Daily Decibel.


For the rest of us

At The Daily Decibel, we're resigned to wear plugs to block out the noise. We're resigned to use them to protect our sanity. Thank God for earplugs. They're really our only option.

Are there other options for some of us? Yes.
  • Approaching code enforcement. Waste of time
  • Moving to another city. But where?
  • Prescription drugs.
  • Screaming above the din. Unhealthy and unproductive
  • Living in the closet, like a hermit.  Useless
  • Getting an operation to become permanently deaf. Too expensive, and unwise: we could no longer appreciate the solace of silence (and of music).



You may have more options than do we. You may live very near a TRT therapy provider.
(TRT = Tinnitus Retraining Therapy, which, according to an e-mail sent to us by Dr. Pawel Jastreboff, the inventor of TRT, is also effective for hyperacusis.)

Or you may live in the quiet countryside where the peace isn't destroyed by gas-powered leaf-blowing machines. You may live in a place without any leaf-blowing machines.

Or perhaps you may live in a somewhat cloistered avenue of the city, or otherwise above the din.
 
Or perhaps you live in a basement, "below" the din of leaf-blowers and drag-racers.

Or you may live in a city without any noise-happy vehicle operators, such as Harley Hogs. (Aw, dang. Sorry about that, fellers. Gotta call 'em motorcycle riders. After all, callin' 'em 'Harley Hogs' is sooooo inappropriate, they tell us. Can't even call 'em 'bikers'. Gotta show 'em the utmost respect, because they deserve it, you know. Gotta call 'em motorcycle riders. - Bikers? What a grave insult!)

Anyway. . . . yes, indeed, we're resigned. No question about it. We'll never be able to stop noise. But we're blessed.

We're blessed to have the earplugs. Blessed to be able to think, albeit with feeble and shabby minds.
 
God bless the earplug manufacturers. God bless the earplug wholesalers and retailers and marketers and the people who package them up for us in nice little boxes, pouches, etc. This Labor Day, they deserve the respect and the thanks. Thanks to the engineers for designing them. Thanks to the patent people for patenting 'em. And thank God for soft moldable foam.

If it weren't for our soft foam earplugs, we don't know what we'd do. Some people have, we reckon, wish for deafness to somehow come upon them. But then if they became deaf, it would seem that they would never be able to experience silence. For us, silence can be a sweet solace.

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