...but feeling still pretty knocked about, even after ten days of working from home and resting. Still, the silence (despite the tinnitus) is a rude sensation. I now hear nothing, but - remarkable thing the brain - I find myself kind of 'imputing' sounds. So much so that, if I didn't know better, I'd say that I 'heard' the doors of my London Underground train swish shut this morning. I am assuming that the brain is trying to be comforting. Now that I know I am waiting for activation on 6th January, I am getting used to the idea of a silent Christmas. Perhaps 'Silent Night' has never been more appropriate....
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