- Feb 11, 2019
- 1,323
- Tinnitus Since
- 2017
- Cause of Tinnitus
- plugged nasal eustachian tube
Early in my childhood, at the age of 11, we were living in the backcountry of North Idaho, where my parents bought 5 acres of land from my mother's sister and her husband. My father built a family home next to my mom's sister and their family. The two oldest children had already left home to pursue their own careers, leaving one son at home, seven years older than me.
We surely don't know what goes on behind our neighbors' doors, not until it's too late. My younger brother and I were often left at home alone while our parents worked, and our cousin was too close by. Eventually, he talked me into coming into their home, where he raped me. I know everyone will say, "Good Lord, this happened." Yes, it did, and it went on for a year. Eventually, depression and guilt set in—I felt it was my fault.
For forty-some years, I carried this burden. The road became black and distorted by shame and a loss of care about life. I went from job to job, unable to settle. Finally, my wife, who is a counselor, said it was time to let go, confront the cousin, and get that hand off my head. He was still in control. I finally did, and after his apology, my life changed.
Now, at the age of 76, and my wife now 70, after 23 years of being together, the road has taken a downhill curve. Mrs. Elmer has been down for two months with serious back problems, and our money is slowly seeping away with no real medical help. For me, it's a whole different scenario. I had given up on dairy milk as it wasn't doing any good. So, I switched to plant-based milk, oat milk with no sugar or added vitamins. This went on for two months, eventually causing diarrhea. I discovered that some people aren't tolerant of oat milk. So, I gave it up after researching it. Then constipation set in, and good old prune juice helped to get things going.
In the meantime, I made a doctor's appointment to see if I was having any side effects from this milk experience. The doctor recommended a colonoscopy because of the diarrhea. So I had this done on the 29th of July. Mrs. Elmer was beaten and worn from the drive and stayed in a hotel. But she knew that something wasn't right with what I was going through. How correct she was! I fought to avoid a colonoscopy—I don't want anything shoved up my arse, as the pedophile comes haunting me again. Finally, I accepted that this needed to be done. Under a mild sedative to make me comfortable, I could watch the whole procedure.
They removed two small polyps; the last one near the anus was rather big and seemed different from the others. The specialist started picking pieces off and putting them into a container for lab examination. After I was released, he came into a small office where we were waiting for him. He looked at my wife, and she immediately saw his concern. He explained that the polyp looked "sinister" and that he sent the samples for priority examination. "If this report comes back negative, go back to your doctor and demand another colonoscopy. They need to go deeper for pieces to examine. Do not let anyone push this aside; it's important you push back for answers. You should have a full report in two weeks as it is a bank holiday. Any questions?"
"Is it a 50/50 chance that it will be negative?" I asked.
"No, I do not do 50/50."
So we left, had a late lunch, rested, and went home the following morning. The road never has and never will lead in a straight line. Trouble down below, my friends, best have it checked, especially if you are 40 or older.
Sincerely, with love to all these wonderful tinnitus friends here. Another damn suffering curve.
Elmer Bfuddled
We surely don't know what goes on behind our neighbors' doors, not until it's too late. My younger brother and I were often left at home alone while our parents worked, and our cousin was too close by. Eventually, he talked me into coming into their home, where he raped me. I know everyone will say, "Good Lord, this happened." Yes, it did, and it went on for a year. Eventually, depression and guilt set in—I felt it was my fault.
For forty-some years, I carried this burden. The road became black and distorted by shame and a loss of care about life. I went from job to job, unable to settle. Finally, my wife, who is a counselor, said it was time to let go, confront the cousin, and get that hand off my head. He was still in control. I finally did, and after his apology, my life changed.
Now, at the age of 76, and my wife now 70, after 23 years of being together, the road has taken a downhill curve. Mrs. Elmer has been down for two months with serious back problems, and our money is slowly seeping away with no real medical help. For me, it's a whole different scenario. I had given up on dairy milk as it wasn't doing any good. So, I switched to plant-based milk, oat milk with no sugar or added vitamins. This went on for two months, eventually causing diarrhea. I discovered that some people aren't tolerant of oat milk. So, I gave it up after researching it. Then constipation set in, and good old prune juice helped to get things going.
In the meantime, I made a doctor's appointment to see if I was having any side effects from this milk experience. The doctor recommended a colonoscopy because of the diarrhea. So I had this done on the 29th of July. Mrs. Elmer was beaten and worn from the drive and stayed in a hotel. But she knew that something wasn't right with what I was going through. How correct she was! I fought to avoid a colonoscopy—I don't want anything shoved up my arse, as the pedophile comes haunting me again. Finally, I accepted that this needed to be done. Under a mild sedative to make me comfortable, I could watch the whole procedure.
They removed two small polyps; the last one near the anus was rather big and seemed different from the others. The specialist started picking pieces off and putting them into a container for lab examination. After I was released, he came into a small office where we were waiting for him. He looked at my wife, and she immediately saw his concern. He explained that the polyp looked "sinister" and that he sent the samples for priority examination. "If this report comes back negative, go back to your doctor and demand another colonoscopy. They need to go deeper for pieces to examine. Do not let anyone push this aside; it's important you push back for answers. You should have a full report in two weeks as it is a bank holiday. Any questions?"
"Is it a 50/50 chance that it will be negative?" I asked.
"No, I do not do 50/50."
So we left, had a late lunch, rested, and went home the following morning. The road never has and never will lead in a straight line. Trouble down below, my friends, best have it checked, especially if you are 40 or older.
Sincerely, with love to all these wonderful tinnitus friends here. Another damn suffering curve.
Elmer Bfuddled