Reasons to listen, Ironically enough.

What exactly do the 'lab guys' do all day? Where is that gene therapy for Cystic Fibrosis that was promised? Hell, even some drugs that would actually get rid of the chest infections that I have permanently would be welcome. Oddly enough, I don't think that money from various charities for research for cures are actually going to the expected cause. I think they must be spending it on lifetime supplies of kit-kats. Either that or they just spend more time trying to create a Dr-Who type time machine than searching for something important. No one really cares about what is inside the atom, or what force is exerted when you drop an apple (although try telling that to a teacher in year 11 without getting detention.) What I really want is to get better. I would love do one of them charity runs for CF one day (maybe even put it on my 'things to do' list) if I wasn't worried I'd be completely puffed out within the first 5 minutes of gentle jogging. Unfortunately it's not like I've got much choice in how well I am. The bastard that is the CF gene seems to be a pretty damn dominating one.

Apparently they're trying to regrow the little hairs in your ear if you've got damaged hearing. It sounds a bit funky, but I know that its the vital part of hearing and that's what got wrecked in me. I read an article ages ago on how it's research on how to hopefully fix the hearing of people who have lost their hearing to things like medication. Now chop chop, I'd love to listen on an I-Pod one day, maybe even watch a TV programme without subtitles. Do you know how embarrassing it is to try and make up an excuse to a mate when they offer you the other earphone so you can listen on their I-Pod with them?! Of course my closest mates know I'm deaf (obviously, or else they'd have to be pretty dim not to notice) but with others, I stick with the excuse that earphones give me a headache. And I get a weird look for that. But hey, as long as they don't find out the truth. People just think I've got crap hearing (and yell at me, dammit) they don't know about the hearing aids, and I don't mind that, as when you think 'hearing aids' you automatically think '70 year old'. So, when they do get that hearing cure all up and running, I'd love to have my first proper phone conversation for the first time in years (probably since I was about 8 or 9).

On the bright side, (until that time comes at least) I've got a very slim chance of developing one of those posh 'telephone voices'.

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