She posted a hilarious and touching blog article yesterday about the impact of hearing aids on pillow talk and sexy times. Here’s how it begins:
Once upon a time there was a little pair of inoffensive-looking, beige hearing aids made by Phillips. They were bosom buddies from eleven to seventeen. Because each had their own endearing little quirks, I called them Matt (left aid) and Dan (right aid). By day, they were my armour, my conversational crutch, and my means of not getting run over by inattentive motorists.
By night, they were a monumental pain in the arse.
You can read the full post on her blog at Girl interrupted: when hearing aids thwart romance. It’s short, sweet, and deserves lots of love.