written and posted by members of Lancashire Dead Good Poets' Society

Showing posts with label ears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ears. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 August 2020

Sound Waves

Sound waves, which are really vibrations in the air around us, are collected by the pinna on each side of our head and are funnelled into the ear canals. These sound waves make the eardrum vibrate. The eardrum is so sensitive to sound vibrations in the ear canal that it can detect even the faintest sound as well as replicating even the most complex of sound vibration patterns.

The eardrum vibrations caused by sound waves move the chain of tiny bones (the ossicles – malleus, incus and stapes) in the middle ear transferring the sound vibrations into the cochlea of the inner ear.

This happens because the last of the three bones in this chain, the stapes, sits in a membrane-covered window in the bony wall which separates the middle ear from the cochlea of the inner ear. As the stapes vibrates, it makes the fluids in the cochlea move in a wave-like manner, stimulating the microscopically small ‘hair cells’. Cells near the wide end of the snail-shaped cochlea detect higher-pitched sounds such as a child crying, those closer to the centre detect lower pitched sounds such as a large dog barking.

As the hair cells move up and down then microscopic projections on top of them bump against an overlying structure and bend which causes pore like channels to open up and chemicals rush into the cell creating an electrical signal.

The auditory nerve carries these signals through a complicated pathway in the brainstem before arriving at the hearing centres of the brain, the auditory cortex. This is where the streams of nerve impulses are converted into meaningful sound.


When I was a Medical Engineer one of the jobs was to check the accuracy of equipment around the hospital. We had test equipment to do this but as often as not I’d check on myself as well. So, one day back in around 2008 I was in the Audiology Department and casually put on the headphones in the sound proof room and went through the test. At first I thought the headphones were faulty but after checking again I realised that I had a small hearing loss at 8 kHz. It wasn’t a problem and it was only when this subject of vibration came up that I remembered the occasion and I’m only mentioning it now as an example of how the body can compensate for slight faults.

 As a matter of interest the human hearing range of a healthy individual is between 20 Hz and 20000Hz with the higher frequencies ( or number of vibrations per second ) gradually fading during a lifetime. Human speech covers the range of 200 – 8000Hz.

What the auditory system cannot filter or compensate for, of course, is what sort of vibration is going into the ear in the first place. Personally, as far as I’m concerned, popular music stopped not so very long after Good Vibrations.
And this really did have vibrations.

Puerto Rico, Gran Canaria

Listen
to the rhythm of drills
breaking brown rocks
and space from hill
for elegant cranes
to turn in a Sun
taking huge factors
of grey lotion
smoothed over shapes
that are baking all day
that look forward to night
when the still white faces
of the apartments opposite
are made over with make up
of light and shade
and the dance of the drills
is taken by a bass
from the clubs and bars
of the red, white and blue district
and creeps through my bedroom
the high notes saved for three a.m.
the air in my room tuned to
Puerto Rico, you’re a great audience.
In the morning
listen
to the rhythm of drills.

Terry Quinn
First published in Equinox 2005



Sunday, 20 November 2016

Beg Pardon?

17:16:00 Posted by Jill Reidy Red Snapper Photography , , , , , , , 1 comment
As I repeat my request for the fourth time I feel the frustration bubbling up inside my chest. Does he realise his loss of hearing is becoming a huge problem to me? Luckily I am finally heard and the request acted upon (I only wanted something passing to me, for goodness’ sake) but my frustration takes a while to dissipate. 

The husband is a man in denial. It's the way he deals with any indication that he might be getting older.  It was the same with his eyes.  Despite the fact he couldn't read a newspaper or see small objects, he assured me his sight was fine. At some point, after eating a raisin that turned out to be a small piece of rolled play dough, he must have succumbed and secretly slunk along to the opticians.  I found him looking worried and slightly guilty every time I entered the room, and eventually discovered, much to my amusement, he was a closet glasses wearer, only donning them when alone, and swiftly whipping them off if anyone approached.  To be fair, one of the kids had spotted him wearing them and started calling him Roy Orbison, which can't have helped.

We seem to be following the same path with his hearing. The volume on the TV means that any conversation in the same room is impossible. Maybe that's his plan. I've noticed he's started putting the subtitles on every programme now, which could have been a problem with the 'closet glasses wearing' but I'm happy to say he quickly progressed to contact lenses, saving the need to whip his Roy Orbison's on and off - which must have been a great relief for him. Although the changing of the contacts only takes place once a month, it's quite an event, involving two people, two pairs of eyes (he can't see the lenses to apply them), four fingers and a lot of shouting.

Back to the husband's hearing.  Phone conversations take on a new dimension as he bellows into his mobile.  He goes out into the garden to make or receive all calls so our neighbours (at least four houses each side and the same number opposite) know every detail of Dave's life: arrangements for a drink, how he played at golf, the state of his broken arm, and probably how much his wife is annoying him.  Each time I broach the subject of a hearing test I am told in no uncertain terms, that his hearing is fine.  Actually, that's not quite true. His answer could be anything from, 'yes, it's a bit windy,' to, 'cabbage for me,' depending on what he thinks he has heard.  The hearing loss denial usually comes round about the third attempt. 

I do understand how frustrating it is not to hear properly. I've had a few episodes myself, usually mishearing something on the radio. A few years ago I spent a puzzled and indignant hour, wondering why a new law had come into force, banning stockings. It was only when I heard the next news bulletin, read by somebody with an English accent, rather than Scottish (try it) that I realised the anti-stocking law being introduced was actually an anti-stalking law. Relief all round.

My mum and dad are both extremely hard of hearing, and whilst I have a huge amount of sympathy for them it has led to some interesting exchanges. One time they were in different rooms when mum started coughing.
'What did you say, Mary?!' shouted dad from the front room.  Mum continued to cough.
'What?!' yelled dad.
Between coughs mum shouted back, 'I'm COUGHING!'
'Oh yes please,' called dad, 'I'll just have a small one.'
With a sigh, mum decided it would be easier to make the coffee dad was expecting than to continue the conversation.

I've related amusing incidents but I do know how debilitating hearing loss can be. My mum never complains but she did confess to me once that she finds it quite isolating. She wears hearing aids at all times, but when she attends her literature class she says background noise, combined with several people talking, is particularly hard to deal with.  In an effort to overcome this we managed to procure a special pen that she points towards people when they're talking in a group.  This works to a degree although we did have to explain to her why people were sniggering when she told them its catalogue name.  Answering, “It's my Roger Pen,” when asked about it was always going to cause a ripple of amusement. Since the explanation I believe the name has been dropped and it’s simply, ‘The Pen.’

As for me, I know my ears aren't as good as they were thirty years ago but maybe my inquisitiveness makes up for lack of hearing.  I can still listen in to conversations two tables away when in a restaurant, and detect the opening of the biscuit tin from upstairs.  When the TV stops sounding like an earthquake, and I can’t hear the husband sighing as I ask him to do something, then I’ll book that hearing test.  Until then, whisper on.

Secretly Listening In



What? (written specially for the husband in denial)

What?
Pardon?
Say again?
I didn't quite catch that

Huh?
Sorry?
What say?
I didn't quite catch that

Errr?
Say what?
Beg pardon?
I didn't quite catch that

I was looking the other way
My ears need waxing
You're whispering
I was thinking
You turned away
I had my hat on
I was eating
I was watching TV
Listening to Spotify
Cleaning my teeth
Running the tap
I didn't quite catch that

 My ears are fine....you what?

Jill Reidy



Thanks for reading,   Jill