A Pain in the Poo Factory 07 I must have been about four or five years old when my mother took me into a building in Canterbury road, in Canterbury, in the inner-eastern suburbs of Melbourne. It was probably a church hall. It was loud and noisy; steel filing drawers slammed and footsteps and heels […]
The bullet holes
A Pain in the Poo Factory 07 Emma changed my dressings. Considering that in theory I was opened right up, it was unbelievable that there were just four bandages. The largest one was in the middle of my belly near my navel, and the centre of a blaze of colour, like a fiery desert sunset. […]
Code Blue
A Pain in the Poo Factory 06 A smiling Malaysian doctor looked down at me as she adjusted my oxygen mask. “Do you know where you are,” she asked. I was bathed in gentle morning sunshine on a lovely little palm-fringed beach on Xanadu. Olivia Newton-John cradled me in her arms, her eyes brimming with […]
The hook-up
A Pain in the Poo Factory 05 Cathy told me later they wanted to speak to me while I was in recovery. I had appeared lucid, and they’d handed me my cochlear implant, hoping I would put it on. Apparently I’d gazed at it a few moments and flaked out again. That’s when they called […]
Reading Red and not feeling so blue
If Red Symons’ reply to Deaf Victoria’s complaints about comments on interpreters on television is anything to go by, there’s just a little more understanding of why they are sometimes there. Ask hearing people about sign language, and they reply in much the same way – they love it. Some think it is beautiful, and […]
What did that prawn really mean?
In the end, not all that much, other than perhaps a cautionary tale of failing to understand your market. This is the advertising poster placed by the audiological services firm, Victorian Hearing, at the end of May 2015. It shows a startling picture of a profile of a woman with a prawn perched […]
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