- Jun 6, 2017
- 7
- Tinnitus Since
- 2016
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Amplified sound, loud musical environments
This message board has been incredibly motivational for me these past 10 days or so. I've had plenty of experience with loud environments. As a musician, a drummer, and a spectator, I've had a few traumatic sound episodes over the years. But the last two years, I've had two in a row and they seem to be catching up to me. Forgetting ear plugs is never a good excuse to go on stage without hearing protection. Accidentally using a PA next to my head for sound check is not a wise move, even if it was only a mic'd ukulele.
I had a few panic attacks last week. The worst one was when I was drunk and discovered I couldn't play drums in a rock band environment anymore, at least not without hearing protection. But the ringing is too much with ear plugs in, so I had to stop the whole damn rehearsal and pack it in.
I've known for a couple years that the drinking makes the ringing worse, so now I'm dry. This lifestyle change might be the best thing to happen to me. I've been at the gym daily, my diet has improved, and I'm drinking water, not beer. This ringing is like a reality check for me. Every moment I hear it, I'm reminded of my mortality, but also of my love for others, and for love of the outdoors! The sweet mask of nature brings me back to a place of confidence and curiosity.
I've shed tears reading through the many stories on here. I am so inspired by the stories of survival. The people who are forced to accommodate T are incredibly strong, and brave. I've read deeper, more intelligent, clear-minded advice here in the last few days than the last decade of my online life. Perhaps that has to do with my personal situation, but regardless I'm grateful to have this resource.
When I was drunk last week, my ringing seemed like a 6. Now that I'm sober and insanely hydrated, it's down to probably a 0.5 or a 1. Maybe 2 - 3 when I'm trying to sleep. Like I said, I'm lucky. Considering my recent sound trauma, I probably should be deaf in one ear right now. I'm trying very hard to forgive myself, and all those people who subjected me to loud sounds throughout my life. There is nothing to be gained from self pity and anger. I'm still alive!
Thank you, fellow T sufferers. I wanted to die at first, but reading stories far more frightening than mine, I realized I was being foolish, even selfish. Why me? I kept asking, is it still there? Thanks to a wise forum contributor, I know the question instead must be, how am I reacting? Am I making the most of my short existence, regardless of my situation?
I had a few panic attacks last week. The worst one was when I was drunk and discovered I couldn't play drums in a rock band environment anymore, at least not without hearing protection. But the ringing is too much with ear plugs in, so I had to stop the whole damn rehearsal and pack it in.
I've known for a couple years that the drinking makes the ringing worse, so now I'm dry. This lifestyle change might be the best thing to happen to me. I've been at the gym daily, my diet has improved, and I'm drinking water, not beer. This ringing is like a reality check for me. Every moment I hear it, I'm reminded of my mortality, but also of my love for others, and for love of the outdoors! The sweet mask of nature brings me back to a place of confidence and curiosity.
I've shed tears reading through the many stories on here. I am so inspired by the stories of survival. The people who are forced to accommodate T are incredibly strong, and brave. I've read deeper, more intelligent, clear-minded advice here in the last few days than the last decade of my online life. Perhaps that has to do with my personal situation, but regardless I'm grateful to have this resource.
When I was drunk last week, my ringing seemed like a 6. Now that I'm sober and insanely hydrated, it's down to probably a 0.5 or a 1. Maybe 2 - 3 when I'm trying to sleep. Like I said, I'm lucky. Considering my recent sound trauma, I probably should be deaf in one ear right now. I'm trying very hard to forgive myself, and all those people who subjected me to loud sounds throughout my life. There is nothing to be gained from self pity and anger. I'm still alive!
Thank you, fellow T sufferers. I wanted to die at first, but reading stories far more frightening than mine, I realized I was being foolish, even selfish. Why me? I kept asking, is it still there? Thanks to a wise forum contributor, I know the question instead must be, how am I reacting? Am I making the most of my short existence, regardless of my situation?
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