Liz Mulholland has her ears opened by the ancient ear candle treatment.
“I’ve always spoken with an adenoidal twang and I liked to think it was part of my northern charm. Two weeks ago, I discovered it wasn’t. It was a moment of Damascene significance in my life as, for the first time, I heard my own voice as others hear it (less shrill than I suspected), while everything else around me sounded as if someone had turned up the volume a notch or two.
Wax works: as the candle enters the ear, there’s a gentle, warming ‘whoosh’
“London is LOUD, isn’t it,” I texted a friend. God, I felt good, euphoric almost – as though my brain had been “freed up”. This must be how normal people feel all the time, I thought; people whose auditory canals and sinuses are as clear and free-flowing as a mountain stream.
I am now addicted to what is known as thermal auricular therapy, or ear candling. Though subsequent treatments have not proved as dramatic as the first, the decongested life is a revelation, and more pleasant than knocking back Sudafed.”