I started singing again. And guess what? I have had two amazing discoveries.
Discovery #1: When I sing, the leaf blower noise does not impact me at all. Mind you, when the leaf blowers start around here (and they go at it every day for at least an hour, and it’s been the bane of my existence), I hide in the farthest corner of the apartment, earplugs in, music on. And the sound still can drill a hole in my head.
But now: The leaf blowers start, and I sing. And I am absolutely perfectly fine. It seems that the output of singing vibrations blocks any vibrational input from the leaf blowers – effectively saving my ears.
Discovery #2: I have been singing for almost a week now, daily. And today…AND TODAY! The leaf blower noise did not bother me AT. ALL. Without even having to sing.
I think the singing is healing my ear. And my eye. Because my right eye, which has had anything from excruciating nerve shots to at least mild “not ok” sensations for three years (since a so-called doctor dumped liquid nitrogen between my legs, for funsies, when doing a wart removal) is suddenly feeling normal, for the first time. Is suddenly feeling like my eye. The one I was born with, not the one that was fucked with.
Vibrations heal, woman! (and by “woman,” I mean generic human) Good good good vibrations. Fuck the poking and prodding and dissecting medical bullshit. We can sing and dance our way back to health!!!