Had two boys about ten and eleven sit next to me on the plane. Nice kids. The one next to me went oh cool! when I pointed out Lake Tahoe below us, and then the Great Salt Lake.
He swung his backpack on when we landed and never knew it smacked my face.
I couldn’t hear Mom very well when she greeted me–huh. I just changed that battery yesterday. We got in the car, my son John at the wheel, and I took it out. Weird–it looked scratched. I put a new one in. Dead. It now looked scratched. Repeat one last time.
Its broken. I’ve never had such a thing happen before.
It’s under warranty, but meantime I now know why I kept feeling I should take my old hearing aids on the trip. That made NO sense and I left them home.
But at least I have one ear.