I've had drug induced tinnitus since October 1987 and not a day has gone by where my ears don't ring/hiss to some degree. I remember it vividly when it came on and it never left.
At first it worried me and I thought it was a sign I was losing my mind, but I made a conscious decision early on I wasn't going to let it bother me and have gone on with my life.
It seems like it's louder when I'm tired and the more tired I become the louder it gets. It's gotten to the point it was so loud and bothersome I went to bed just to get some relief. There have been times when it seemed to keep me from going to sleep but that hasn't happened very often.
Some days it's barely noticeable, and there are times I don't notice it at all till I become aware of it not being so loud. Strange I know, but it's just become a part of my life, not something I'm afflicted with. Others when it seems as loud as anything else in my hearing range. But it is always there. Loud as it seems at times it doesn't effect my hearing, and if I can see you I can probably hear you.
I live in an apartment building so I listen to all my music through headphones. A lot. If I listen to music for extended periods it does seem to make it worse temporarily, but it's one of the true pleasures I get in life so I don't limit myself.
I've seen ads on TV about medications that supposedly help but have never tired any of them or done anything in an attempt to alleviate it. I mentioned it to a doctor years ago but he didn't have any answers for me. I figure after 30 years what's the point in paying a monthly fee to try and ease something I learned to live with years ago
I lurked for a bit before joining and read through some of the disheartening posts from people who are severely effected, some that didn't think they could go on burdened with tinnitus. Don't give up or give in. It's not going to kill you, though right now you may feel as if you want to die. I'm not special in anyway and I've survive it half my life, so can you.
I guess that's the real reason I joined, to tell my story in hopes someone else will find solace in it and the strength they need to go on. I'm not looking for answers or think anything I do is ever going to make it go away, but I'm OK with that.
At first it worried me and I thought it was a sign I was losing my mind, but I made a conscious decision early on I wasn't going to let it bother me and have gone on with my life.
It seems like it's louder when I'm tired and the more tired I become the louder it gets. It's gotten to the point it was so loud and bothersome I went to bed just to get some relief. There have been times when it seemed to keep me from going to sleep but that hasn't happened very often.
Some days it's barely noticeable, and there are times I don't notice it at all till I become aware of it not being so loud. Strange I know, but it's just become a part of my life, not something I'm afflicted with. Others when it seems as loud as anything else in my hearing range. But it is always there. Loud as it seems at times it doesn't effect my hearing, and if I can see you I can probably hear you.
I live in an apartment building so I listen to all my music through headphones. A lot. If I listen to music for extended periods it does seem to make it worse temporarily, but it's one of the true pleasures I get in life so I don't limit myself.
I've seen ads on TV about medications that supposedly help but have never tired any of them or done anything in an attempt to alleviate it. I mentioned it to a doctor years ago but he didn't have any answers for me. I figure after 30 years what's the point in paying a monthly fee to try and ease something I learned to live with years ago
I lurked for a bit before joining and read through some of the disheartening posts from people who are severely effected, some that didn't think they could go on burdened with tinnitus. Don't give up or give in. It's not going to kill you, though right now you may feel as if you want to die. I'm not special in anyway and I've survive it half my life, so can you.
I guess that's the real reason I joined, to tell my story in hopes someone else will find solace in it and the strength they need to go on. I'm not looking for answers or think anything I do is ever going to make it go away, but I'm OK with that.