I'm up for a rant this morning (so fair warning...) I have the flu so have spent the last 3 nights semi-sleeping on the couch with bouts of uncontrollable coughing (husband is on long shift in the mines and needs his sleep). I'm tired and my T has seemed louder for the past week at least. All my positivity seems gone.
It's now been a month and I know deep down my T isn't going anyway. I want to describe it as malignant
I tried so hard to be positive but I get so upset reading stories of peoples T and realizing mine isn't as low as theirs. I hear it over the tv, when I'm reading to my kids and all freaking night long. Before bed and mornings are the worst. I know you all understand - and even then I feel bad about whinging because some of you are worse off than me and can't mask sometimes at all.
I went through a stage where I was almost believing it would go away. Believing it was stress related and if I started dealing with that I'd be ok, my husband told me daily that it would go away (and he is usually pretty spot on with everything!) and I took great comfort in that. Now he asks how my ears are and when I tell him "still ringing" he just looks sadly at me. He thinks the ENT I see next week is going to have some great suggestion but I know she isn't. I know I'm going to get the "too bad, live with it" speech.
I'm sick of carrying music/audiobooks with me to every room in the house in an attempt to mask it. Sick of not allowing myself in the car without the radio already playing. Sick of loving the sound of my loud dishwasher. Sick of my mind constantly wandering back to T - even if I'm not hearing it at that precise moment because it's noisy I'm then wondering when I'll hear it next and how I will cope.
The future absolutely scares the crap out of me. And I feel bitter. I hate looking at people and being angry that I'm the one with T and can't do the same things in silence I used to do. I saw a photo in FB this morning of a friend reading her son a story and it broke my heart. I can still read my kids stories but now the tv is blaring in the background
I know being cranky and posting whinging posts isn't helping but I just can see through this at the moment
I need to get this out
It's now been a month and I know deep down my T isn't going anyway. I want to describe it as malignant

I went through a stage where I was almost believing it would go away. Believing it was stress related and if I started dealing with that I'd be ok, my husband told me daily that it would go away (and he is usually pretty spot on with everything!) and I took great comfort in that. Now he asks how my ears are and when I tell him "still ringing" he just looks sadly at me. He thinks the ENT I see next week is going to have some great suggestion but I know she isn't. I know I'm going to get the "too bad, live with it" speech.
I'm sick of carrying music/audiobooks with me to every room in the house in an attempt to mask it. Sick of not allowing myself in the car without the radio already playing. Sick of loving the sound of my loud dishwasher. Sick of my mind constantly wandering back to T - even if I'm not hearing it at that precise moment because it's noisy I'm then wondering when I'll hear it next and how I will cope.
The future absolutely scares the crap out of me. And I feel bitter. I hate looking at people and being angry that I'm the one with T and can't do the same things in silence I used to do. I saw a photo in FB this morning of a friend reading her son a story and it broke my heart. I can still read my kids stories but now the tv is blaring in the background

I know being cranky and posting whinging posts isn't helping but I just can see through this at the moment
