Hey Everyone,
Ever since I got this I've been on this forum constantly, reading as much as I can about other people's experiences and all the remedies/treatments/drugs/supplements everyone has tried.
I decided to introduce myself and become a part of this community. I have never come across something as horrible as tinnitus and its accompanying pain/anguish it causes. I never knew how this would bring me to my knees and make me weep like a child. It's ruined my life and snapped me in half... So I come here humbly so that I may not have to walk alone.
Here's a little bit of my background and my sob story:
In the month October I was hospitalized on 4 separate occasions for an Ulcerative Colitis (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ulcerative_colitis) flare which had me bleed out so much I had to have 5 blood transfusions at one point. I spent a total of about 20 nights at the hospital. I was in so much pain at one point their strongest pain killers at the maximum dose could only bring about 10 minutes of relief. At other points they would starve me to give my large intestine a break so that the drugs would take. That was the worst. Starvation is worse than pain.
After that hellride I came out 20 pounds lighter. I looked like I came out of a concentration camp. Being a weightlifter for years it was soulcrushing to see all that muscle go down the drain (literally in blood) in one month. I was bruised and battered beyond belief but I came out of it alive.
The hospital pumped me with every dam thing they could find. The IV machine was so full of bags it bent.
Lots of sobbing and moping after that point; after my life just crashed into bits and pieces. But life wasn't done with me yet...
On Thanksgivings day, around 3, is when the ringing came. It came so loud. Screeching, high pitched squealing noise deep inside my ears. It was so loud and terrifying that I thought I was going to to ER again. I had a prescription of xanax and I stuffed myself to keep me away from the hospital. I could barely sleep, I could barely think, barley eat. Sobbing all the way "What is this? Why? Why is this happening"?. I felt god awful pain and pressure in my eardrums which added to the torment.
I looked online: "Tinnitus". Never heard of this. "No cure." Please God. "With you for life". No no, God no.
I went to the doctor and she confirmed the tinnitus. Saw an Audiologist. She ran a series of tests which I found out was just to test for hearing loss. Afterwards, she told me my hearing was fine and I should be on my way. I looked at her and asked "What about the noise and pain? Is there anything you can do? Anything?" She replied with a smile "Oh sir, you'll just have to live with it". More sobbing.
Went back to my doc and she gave me an ENT appt. When I saw the ENT, it was the quickest doctors visit ever. "Tinnitus? I'm sorry but I can't do anything for you" About 30 seconds. World record. He was gracious enough to put an order for an MRI brain scan which I have this week. We don't expect anything to come out of it.
That meeting was a month ago and since then its been hell on earth for me and my father who I live with. The pain, anguish and delirium the tinnitus caused was so hellish, I went online to purchase a specific poison to end my life. In desperation, I went on my knees and pleaded with my father to cooperate with my final plans i.e transfer all my assets to his name, get him to a nice retirement home, and give me the support to carry out the act. "Life has become suffering; I don't want live anymore; please help your son die" That broke him. The man wept. I have never seen shed a tear in my life, but this did it.
I found right there that I can't choose this route. It would hurt him so much to have his only son be carted off by the coroner that he would not ever recover.
During this time, the psych doctor and the talk therapist have been doing all they can to help me. The meds I'm on have horrible side effects but they get me to sleep and keep me calm through out the day.
You must understand that the tinnitus hit me so hard because it came during the worst medical crisis of my life. But it came when I was going to change my life for the better.
Before everything I described happened I just successfully completed a temporary job contract with a real estate firm. I've been doing accounting temp jobs ever since I got out of college. I was very good at it and enjoyed doing the temp job circuit. But I wanted something new and permanent.
My lifelong friend is a construction worker and does well enough to support 4 kids. Before I fell ill, we met up at his home for a cookout. We haven't seen each other for months. "I want to do something different. I want to do what you do. I hate being in front of a computer all day". He initially discouraged me but I kept at it. He said it would be physically demanding as hell. We went to his backyard were he had set of free weights.
I could out lift the guy by a good degree. I lifted weights twice what he could with more reps than he. He knew I was a great worker and after seeing my performance, he said he would talk to his supervisor. All that time in the gym paid off.
A week later he called me up. His super agreed to take me on. He even lined up a spot for me and $500 cash to buy my tools. All I had to do was show up at his office and make the commitment.
It was exciting. I saved enough cash too that this would be the time I would move out of my dad's place and establish my own life finally. It was going to be a brand new life and I was so happy.
But at that point I was 2 weeks in with my illness, the illness that would hospitalize me. I was fighting it off tooth and nail to put it back in remission, but it fell through. It caused the chain of events that lead me to this community...
So here I am. I never done this before, putting such a personal part of my life for the whole internet to see. But reading all of your posts gave me courage to do so. I must admit there are those here who have it worse than me. I particularly feel for one poster, @Bam. Bam, I've read your postings and I gotta say I'm so sorry this shit has taken so much away from you. I understand the hell you're going through and a lot of other posters here too.
This is a shot in the dark but hey... I'm early 30s guy in the greater Los Angeles area. If other guys with tinnitus in the area want to contact me. It'd be nice to have a couple of buddies going through the same thing.
And I do want to be a part of this community and be of service to those who need support and give advice (I'm on the klonopin/gabapentin therapy right now and I intend to make commentary on it soon)
This is not going away, so I hope you'd want me around.
Thanks for reading all this.
Ever since I got this I've been on this forum constantly, reading as much as I can about other people's experiences and all the remedies/treatments/drugs/supplements everyone has tried.
I decided to introduce myself and become a part of this community. I have never come across something as horrible as tinnitus and its accompanying pain/anguish it causes. I never knew how this would bring me to my knees and make me weep like a child. It's ruined my life and snapped me in half... So I come here humbly so that I may not have to walk alone.
Here's a little bit of my background and my sob story:
In the month October I was hospitalized on 4 separate occasions for an Ulcerative Colitis (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ulcerative_colitis) flare which had me bleed out so much I had to have 5 blood transfusions at one point. I spent a total of about 20 nights at the hospital. I was in so much pain at one point their strongest pain killers at the maximum dose could only bring about 10 minutes of relief. At other points they would starve me to give my large intestine a break so that the drugs would take. That was the worst. Starvation is worse than pain.
After that hellride I came out 20 pounds lighter. I looked like I came out of a concentration camp. Being a weightlifter for years it was soulcrushing to see all that muscle go down the drain (literally in blood) in one month. I was bruised and battered beyond belief but I came out of it alive.
The hospital pumped me with every dam thing they could find. The IV machine was so full of bags it bent.
Lots of sobbing and moping after that point; after my life just crashed into bits and pieces. But life wasn't done with me yet...
On Thanksgivings day, around 3, is when the ringing came. It came so loud. Screeching, high pitched squealing noise deep inside my ears. It was so loud and terrifying that I thought I was going to to ER again. I had a prescription of xanax and I stuffed myself to keep me away from the hospital. I could barely sleep, I could barely think, barley eat. Sobbing all the way "What is this? Why? Why is this happening"?. I felt god awful pain and pressure in my eardrums which added to the torment.
I looked online: "Tinnitus". Never heard of this. "No cure." Please God. "With you for life". No no, God no.
I went to the doctor and she confirmed the tinnitus. Saw an Audiologist. She ran a series of tests which I found out was just to test for hearing loss. Afterwards, she told me my hearing was fine and I should be on my way. I looked at her and asked "What about the noise and pain? Is there anything you can do? Anything?" She replied with a smile "Oh sir, you'll just have to live with it". More sobbing.
Went back to my doc and she gave me an ENT appt. When I saw the ENT, it was the quickest doctors visit ever. "Tinnitus? I'm sorry but I can't do anything for you" About 30 seconds. World record. He was gracious enough to put an order for an MRI brain scan which I have this week. We don't expect anything to come out of it.
That meeting was a month ago and since then its been hell on earth for me and my father who I live with. The pain, anguish and delirium the tinnitus caused was so hellish, I went online to purchase a specific poison to end my life. In desperation, I went on my knees and pleaded with my father to cooperate with my final plans i.e transfer all my assets to his name, get him to a nice retirement home, and give me the support to carry out the act. "Life has become suffering; I don't want live anymore; please help your son die" That broke him. The man wept. I have never seen shed a tear in my life, but this did it.
I found right there that I can't choose this route. It would hurt him so much to have his only son be carted off by the coroner that he would not ever recover.
During this time, the psych doctor and the talk therapist have been doing all they can to help me. The meds I'm on have horrible side effects but they get me to sleep and keep me calm through out the day.
You must understand that the tinnitus hit me so hard because it came during the worst medical crisis of my life. But it came when I was going to change my life for the better.
Before everything I described happened I just successfully completed a temporary job contract with a real estate firm. I've been doing accounting temp jobs ever since I got out of college. I was very good at it and enjoyed doing the temp job circuit. But I wanted something new and permanent.
My lifelong friend is a construction worker and does well enough to support 4 kids. Before I fell ill, we met up at his home for a cookout. We haven't seen each other for months. "I want to do something different. I want to do what you do. I hate being in front of a computer all day". He initially discouraged me but I kept at it. He said it would be physically demanding as hell. We went to his backyard were he had set of free weights.
I could out lift the guy by a good degree. I lifted weights twice what he could with more reps than he. He knew I was a great worker and after seeing my performance, he said he would talk to his supervisor. All that time in the gym paid off.
A week later he called me up. His super agreed to take me on. He even lined up a spot for me and $500 cash to buy my tools. All I had to do was show up at his office and make the commitment.
It was exciting. I saved enough cash too that this would be the time I would move out of my dad's place and establish my own life finally. It was going to be a brand new life and I was so happy.
But at that point I was 2 weeks in with my illness, the illness that would hospitalize me. I was fighting it off tooth and nail to put it back in remission, but it fell through. It caused the chain of events that lead me to this community...
So here I am. I never done this before, putting such a personal part of my life for the whole internet to see. But reading all of your posts gave me courage to do so. I must admit there are those here who have it worse than me. I particularly feel for one poster, @Bam. Bam, I've read your postings and I gotta say I'm so sorry this shit has taken so much away from you. I understand the hell you're going through and a lot of other posters here too.
This is a shot in the dark but hey... I'm early 30s guy in the greater Los Angeles area. If other guys with tinnitus in the area want to contact me. It'd be nice to have a couple of buddies going through the same thing.
And I do want to be a part of this community and be of service to those who need support and give advice (I'm on the klonopin/gabapentin therapy right now and I intend to make commentary on it soon)
This is not going away, so I hope you'd want me around.
Thanks for reading all this.