I don't accept limitations

I’ve been sinking for a long time and the mud is up to my ears(in them) and I’m (fingers crossed) gonna be pulled out the mud and hosed down. It might take a year or two but nothing, nothing is a bad as being so separated from everything and everybody, everyday. I am a hermit but not of my own making. I have a brightly coloured shell. Taken from: http://cyborginafield.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/hello-world/?blogsub=confirming#subscribe-blog That's all.

I shall spare you from the very detailed descriptions as having read many other blogs, I know that it can get very complicated.... A charming little video A hearing aid amplifies sound so that the poor addled inner ear hairs/receptors can 'pick up' what it can. You 'hear' through the aid, and then through the process of working out what you've heard - not terribly efficient - which is why I'm forever speaking too loud/soft/quiet - simply because my auditory representation of the world is limited by the technology resting on my ears. A cochlear implant ignores the poor addled inner ear's ability to pick up sound and ensures that sound is converted to electrical signals for the brain's enjoyment. The implant itself is a small wire with up to 24 electrodes that is inserted into the cochlea. The average normal ear has up to 20,000 hair cells and receptors to provide you wilth a delicious sensory experience, I'm told that the brain can do wonders wi

Overview: I am profoundly deaf and have been since I was born a very long time ago...ok, 25 years ago. My losses are measured in decibels - that means, my nerves/brain perceive a tone (hertz) only when it is loud enough... in my right ear that means I have a loss of 85db, in my left it is 102db. My left ear has the worse low frequency sound perception but marginally better high frequency perception (conversational tones) - my right is the opposite - better low, rubbisher high. I was meant to have a cochlear implant as a baby but because I had hydracephalus (and an abnormally large head) my parents decided against me undergoing more surgery as allegedly, being dysfunctional and requiring loads of interventions near enough finished my parents off, oh and me! My most vivid memories of my childhood involve being in constant contact with a woman called Natasha who was responsible for training me to speak through constant, relentless, soul-destroying at times and plain exhausting spe