OK, not hearing anything at all is a very bad condition and can be, and sometimes is, very dangerous………..however, I gotta think that “hearing wrong”, meaning one thinks he/she heard one thing, but they did not really hear the real word or words that were actually said……..therefore what one thinks one heard, but did not, can easily result in a response that might be a bit dangerous, although the response is more’n likely to quite often be a bit humorous or else just plain embarrassing………such as this example told to me by a nurse during her prepping me for one of my most recent medical procedures………..she said she was in a medical procedure room much the same as the one we were currently in, when she heard the doc tell her to go put on a gown and bring back a certain “specific medication” (sorry, but I simply cannot even about to remember the medication’s name), so she promptly left the room, put on a surgical gown, got some of that “specific medication” and was back in a flash, when then the doc asked her what the heck had she been doing?…….just what you told me, she said told him, putting on a gown and getting some of that “specific medication”………no, no, he said…….I said put on a gown and then turn on some music! (yeah, yeah, I suspect this “specific medication” had a name sounding at least a tiny bit like “turn on some music”…….and since this nurse said this all happened over 10 years ago, I quickly and closely eyeballed her ears and I was thankful….or so I think…….that I was unable to see any aids sticking out of her ears…….never-the-less, thereafter I tried to speak a bit louder……after all, at that time she was holding a needle in her hands.
OK, I’ve had lots of mis-hearing mis-haps over the years, some were funny and some not so funny and a few were almost dangerous…….but after hearing her story I of course elected to tell her about my most recent mis-hearing episode…..one that I classify as a little bit humorous while being a big bit embarrassing……..the wife and I were at a Honda dealership where the salesman had brought around a new Honda Civic for her to sit in and look over its interior while I was simply sitting in the front passenger’s seat just listening to his sales pitch……..but when he pointed to something on the lower left dashboard (where I could not see) and proudly put a name to it…….well, in my defense, I did sit there for several seconds before my immense curiosity got the better of me…….I mean really, I knew I must have mis-heard what this salesman had called this thing, yet I could simply think of no other word that I thought he’d said other than a “Nissan” button…….so but of course I asked him just why the heck would a Honda have a “Nissan” button on it?…………well, now it was his turn to think he’d mis-heard me, but after I repeated myself several times he finally saw the light……the button in question he said quite loudly, was called a “
NeoCon“(sorry, my bad, correct to “ECON” button…….it was at that point that I simply shut my mouth and let my wife ask any and all questions thereafter while I went back inside the dealership to sit’n sip real close by their free coffee machine.
And just several months ago, when another old codger and myself were way up about 2/3 of the way to the end of this way, way back creek or whatever it may be (Devil’s Gut it’s called) , it’s end we were looking for being the point where it starts out from the Roanoke River a short distance downstream from Williamston, NC, whereupon at this 2/3 point up it we came across this monster log laying flat out straight across the whole dang Devil’s Gut……there being only two things to do, one to turn around and go back from whence we came, the other being to simply rev up my outboard motor to its maximum power and simply jump the boat, along with us in it. all the way over that dang monster log……I mean really, this monster log must have recently fallen from almost right off’n the bank’s edge since most of it’s limbs were still sticking up and with green leaves still on’em on our righthand side, while the lefthand side had this monster’s trunk at about 3 or 4 inches under the water and for 5 or 6 feet of it there were no limbs at all to worry about……..so real quick like I decided to rev up my outboard motor and go for jumping the dang thing……hey, it would not be the first time, nor even the second or third time I’ve jumped over logs laying just below the water’s surface…..so anyhow, by this time I was questioning if I’d made my decision to jump a bit too late, but then what with me thinking I’d heard my old codger buddy yell “go, go, go”……. rev her up is what I did…….unfortunately the boat stopped about 2 to 3 feet short of going all the way across Mr. Monster Log……..so there we sat…..and then I stood up to more closely look over our somewhat unpleasant situation……and that’s when I can only suppose I had an “old codger’s stumbling spell” since I fell on my left side onto a ledge inside the boat……..oh yeah, it did hurt me some kinda bad, but not bad enough to keep me from acting heroic long enough to step out of the boat and onto that dang Mr. Monster Log, whereby I promptly and easily pushed the boat on over all the way across that super sapsucker of a log………only later did I learn that my old codger buddy had not been yelling “go, go, go”, but had been hollering “no, no, no”……..oh well, too bad he’s not likely to ever experience the pleasure of a cracked rib, although I understand he’s beginning to have his own troubles of sometimes “not really hearing what he thought he heard”.