My wife's been after me for decades to get my hearing tested. I've resisted until now because only old people need hearing aids.
Turns out that I have a hearing loss pattern that's typical of congenital hearing loss. I had thought it was from too many model airplane motors in my youth. On reflection, it's consistent with my Dad's hearing loss, which _he_ attributed to ear surgery when he was three.
So, I'm back from the audiologist with a loaner pair of hearing aids. The part about being hyper-aware of all sorts of formerly-unnoticed sounds is kinda like being on acid, except it's only hearing and not sight, smell, taste or cognition. But I'm hearing all these bumps and ticks and thumps -- I think the house is haunted.