The first week, nothing dramatic happened.
I used Audix Pro for 30 minutes every day, red light shining through my ear canals while I sat on the couch. It felt weird. Slightly warm. But not uncomfortable.
I kept my expectations low.
But by the end of week two, I noticed something.
I had a work meeting in our conference room. It always a nightmare because of the terrible acoustics and people talking over each other. Usually, I'd leave those meetings completely drained, needing an hour alone just to reset.
This time, I walked out and felt... fine.
Not amazing. Not energized. Just... fine. Like a normal person after a normal meeting.
I didn't think much of it. Maybe it was a fluke.
But on week 3, Jessica suggested we grab dinner with her sister and brother-in-law at a restaurant. My stomach dropped. Restaurants were my nightmare. Everything about it from the background noise, to the strain of trying to follow conversation, to the guaranteed two-day recovery period.
But I said yes. I'd been saying no for too long.
We went to a busy Italian place downtown. Music playing, dishes clanking, conversations happening at every table.
I braced myself for the usual struggle.
But something was different.
I could understand what people were saying. Not perfectly but I wasn't straining. I wasn't exhausting myself trying to fill in the gaps.
We stayed for two hours. I was engaged in conversations and I was actually enjoying myself.
As we were going home, I was preparing for the crash. The mental fog. The exhaustion that would keep me on the couch for the next 48 hours.
It never came.
I looked at Jessica. "I feel fine."
She stared at me. "What?"
"I feel fine," I repeated. "I'm not exhausted."
Her eyes welled up. "Mike..."
By week eight, I was accepting invitations again. Coffee with friends. Work happy hours. Weekend plans with other couples.
My calendar started filling up again. Not because I was forcing myself, but because I could actually handle it now.
I went to a concert, something I hadn't done in years, and didn't collapse afterward.
I had lunch with Sarah, my friend who'd called me flaky. She noticed immediately.
"You're different," she said. "You seem... present. Like you're actually here."
I was. For the first time in five years, I was actually there.
Jessica said it best one night: "I feel like I have my husband back."
That's when I knew this wasn't just about hearing. It was about my entire life.