Though I kept telling myself it was the same thing and I knew the rewards could greatly outweigh the inconveniences, there remained years and years of delays, excuses and procrastination.
When I was 12, the school nurse told my mother about my poor eyesight. In short order, I was wearing glasses from the time I rolled out of bed until my head hit the pillow at night. Minor changes to my life paid great dividends in being able to see clearly.
When I was somewhere in my 40s, I became aware of the fact I could not hear as well in my right ear as my left. Instead of promptly addressing my hearing loss and getting a hearing aid, I made adjustments.
