My husband is hard of hearing in one ear..like his father. I can be in the kitchen..and he is in the living room [if you have been to our house you know this is not a stretch] and I can say stuff like, "what do you want with your steak?" No answer. "The kitchen is on fire". No answer. "I'm on fire". With the correct voice inflection, THAT will get his attention.. but usually not.
I can then go into the hallway and turn the air conditioner on. He perks up as if he's been hit with a cattle prod...then...comes into the kitchen and says.."are we shutting the house down?." Meaning....if you are turning the air on, then let's close all of the windows. I tell him, "I am having a hot flash...I need air right now". At which point he rushes around the garage to get the fan...and then places it toward me in the kitchen...asking me, "is this hitting you okay?" He then rushes around the house to close 3 windows. Hello...I am still hot. I just wanted some very cold air while I was making dinner. He is in the living room, watching tv...I am in the kitchen cooking...pans hot, oven on. Hot kitchen! Hot me. [after about 5 minutes he goes and turns the air off but leaves the fan on...so that I still think the air is on]. This works....not.
We have a history of this.
He used to come and visit me in my lovely home in the Redwoods of California...Sonoma County. I had a fabulous cabin-like home..my dream spot right in the forest...hardwood floors, huge fireplace, sky-lights, tons of windows. The first night he slept with me...I awoke to find him shivering. His teeth were actually chattering. It was spring-time. My fireplace was going..I just could not understand why he was so cold. [I am a Wyoming girl] I asked him, "should I shut the window?" He replied, in a high pitched, shocked and quivery voice, "you mean the window is open?" I began to laugh....lots. He did not. I always sleep with the window open..no matter how cold it is.
Hell yes...I can only sleep when it is chilly in the bedroom....and afterall, I had a down comforter on the bed for him! I still think it is hot, when he thinks it is cold. At the beginning of September, he insisted on having two blankets and a comforter...which I throw over on him. I just want a light blanket and a sheet...and a fan blowing on me... cause baby I am hot!