Member"Jesus Christ - the same yesterday, today, and forever."
'Oi Oi Oi - what's this - Jazzer, infamous agnostic, and author of that much neglected TT site 'Agnostics R Us' - actually quoting from the bible.
Well, only vicariously. Don't get too excited.
It was a brilliant observation made by a British prisoner of war in Colditz Castle, Stalag 111 during World War 2, after fighting off other ravenous inmates to cling onto his barely life-sustaining bowl of pig-swill, that bore absolutely no resemblance whatsoever to sauerkraut.
It occurs to me that this observation applies perfectly well to this 'sack of shit' referred to medically as Tinnitus.'
Mine is loud - very loud - as loud as f**k !!!
Well I've had some loud 'liasons' - you know - when both parties get a bit carried away - but this is ridiculous!
It is there from the moment I wake, until my next opportunity to finally fall sleep.
My consignment of torment is delivered fresh every morning to my pillow, and there is more than enough to last me all day.
The delivery man never slips up.
So how do I cope?
I don't really know, it seems that I just do.
This thing all started just over four years ago, and put me in total 'hell on Earth.'
I desperately wanted to die!
All severe /catastrophic sufferers will know exactly what I am talking about.
(Hobbycraft Tinnitus dabblers will not have a pickled clue!)
It is still every bit as loud as day one - it has not moderated by even 1 dB.
But I would have to admit, I am no longer actually suffering in hell.
I still suffer - I still despise it - don't get me wrong - but I suppose I have just learnt to 'put up with it' without fretting, sobbing, falling to pieces, disintegrating.
It is still there every second - endlessly, but I am now able to get on with my life.
Obviously I sincerely hope that one day there will be a treatment or a cure.
Personally I do not expect to see it.
I can't imagine a gizmo, a plastic box, full of buttons, wires and batteries, making any real difference.
Neither do I think that a magic pill will be developed that will quieten all of this 'shit' without destroying other vital brain functions.
As a positive, I honestly do notice that I pay 'it' much less attention these days, leaving me freer to concentrate more on the rest of my life.
'Oi Oi Oi - what's this - Jazzer, infamous agnostic, and author of that much neglected TT site 'Agnostics R Us' - actually quoting from the bible.
Well, only vicariously. Don't get too excited.
It was a brilliant observation made by a British prisoner of war in Colditz Castle, Stalag 111 during World War 2, after fighting off other ravenous inmates to cling onto his barely life-sustaining bowl of pig-swill, that bore absolutely no resemblance whatsoever to sauerkraut.
It occurs to me that this observation applies perfectly well to this 'sack of shit' referred to medically as Tinnitus.'
Mine is loud - very loud - as loud as f**k !!!
Well I've had some loud 'liasons' - you know - when both parties get a bit carried away - but this is ridiculous!
It is there from the moment I wake, until my next opportunity to finally fall sleep.
My consignment of torment is delivered fresh every morning to my pillow, and there is more than enough to last me all day.
The delivery man never slips up.
So how do I cope?
I don't really know, it seems that I just do.
This thing all started just over four years ago, and put me in total 'hell on Earth.'
I desperately wanted to die!
All severe /catastrophic sufferers will know exactly what I am talking about.
(Hobbycraft Tinnitus dabblers will not have a pickled clue!)
It is still every bit as loud as day one - it has not moderated by even 1 dB.
But I would have to admit, I am no longer actually suffering in hell.
I still suffer - I still despise it - don't get me wrong - but I suppose I have just learnt to 'put up with it' without fretting, sobbing, falling to pieces, disintegrating.
It is still there every second - endlessly, but I am now able to get on with my life.
Obviously I sincerely hope that one day there will be a treatment or a cure.
Personally I do not expect to see it.
I can't imagine a gizmo, a plastic box, full of buttons, wires and batteries, making any real difference.
Neither do I think that a magic pill will be developed that will quieten all of this 'shit' without destroying other vital brain functions.
As a positive, I honestly do notice that I pay 'it' much less attention these days, leaving me freer to concentrate more on the rest of my life.
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