Since the morning when my severe tinnitus started, in the summer of 2014, it has been loud, constant and unrelenting.
It has never once abated or given me an easy day, or even one easy 'lousy' minute.
Some of you will be the same - I know that.
There is nothing incredibly interesting to tell you about that except that my tinnitus is constant, but my coping ability is variable.
From its very onset I knew that I was 'stuck with it.'
In the certain knowledge that there was no cure, no meds, no therapy, no celestial intervention that could make 'two penneth of sod-all difference,' I decided that all I had was my own ingenuity
- which turned out to be a pretty poor resource.
As soon as I get out of bed I jump into a warm bath to do some meditation, where I obviously hear my 'hiss' but without actively listening to it.
A kind of 'passive acceptance.'
So I practice hearing it - and relaxing deeply at the same time.
It seems to set me up for a slightly better day.
As the day wears on I am never without noise, except strangely enough, the variability factor is this
- at different times:
I hate it,
can tolerate it,
don't care about it,
ignore it,
dislike it,
want to scream,
just let it be there,
despise it,
am not really bothered by it.
Is that weird?
Does this scenario ring bells (Oops - sorry)
for any of you guys? (gals included of course.)
Dave x
Jazzer
It has never once abated or given me an easy day, or even one easy 'lousy' minute.
Some of you will be the same - I know that.
There is nothing incredibly interesting to tell you about that except that my tinnitus is constant, but my coping ability is variable.
From its very onset I knew that I was 'stuck with it.'
In the certain knowledge that there was no cure, no meds, no therapy, no celestial intervention that could make 'two penneth of sod-all difference,' I decided that all I had was my own ingenuity
- which turned out to be a pretty poor resource.
As soon as I get out of bed I jump into a warm bath to do some meditation, where I obviously hear my 'hiss' but without actively listening to it.
A kind of 'passive acceptance.'
So I practice hearing it - and relaxing deeply at the same time.
It seems to set me up for a slightly better day.
As the day wears on I am never without noise, except strangely enough, the variability factor is this
- at different times:
I hate it,
can tolerate it,
don't care about it,
ignore it,
dislike it,
want to scream,
just let it be there,
despise it,
am not really bothered by it.
Is that weird?
Does this scenario ring bells (Oops - sorry)
for any of you guys? (gals included of course.)
Dave x
Jazzer