Hi there. On Labor Day at the end of the summer in 2014 my husband and I were ticketed guests in a Schooner Race aboard a reproduction tall ship. It was a gorgeous day. We're avid sailors, and experienced racers, but it hardly mattered that the crew aboard this family-run business didn't seem to know much about racing- the scenery was breathtaking and we were having a great time. The crowd on shore cheered us and to salute them the crew primed a cannon, cautioning us with "fire in the hole". I covered my ears, and waited, because they seemed to have a hard time getting the cannon to fire. After a few minutes we heard the blast, and shockingly, I immediately felt my left ear was blocked. I was tested, and found I have moderate hearing loss, tinnitus, and hyperacusis. After steriod injections through my ear drum and acupuncture to no avail I sought help from a psychologist whose tinnitus and hyperacusis are more severe than mine. He counseled me to try meditation, and helped me process this life changing event. I remember him spending several sessions trying to tease out any unresolved anger I might have, but I persisted with my thinking that this was just an accident, just one of those things. My husband was in touch with his anger....angry they apparently didn't know anything about cannons OR racing, and his life has been seriously impacted by my disability, too. Maybe I didn't get mad because I called the ship's owner and she was so kind and empathetic- a woman of faith- and she volunteered the information they would certainly never use their cannon again.
Today was rough. Ears blaring, like usual, but I got some glimmer of hope because I have been on a waitlist for a tinnitus clinic for 16 months and finally successfully made an appointment for this April. Yay me. Rough though, because the fire alarm went off at work, and I felt embarrassed dumping my purse in a desperate panic to get my earplugs, then shouldering roughly past my co-workers to flee the building. My tears were from the embarrassment as much as from the shock and the pain. I don't know what made me do this....but a few minutes ago I went on the tall ship website and saw these words describing their sailing adventures: "Of course, a little cannon firing is in order to salute the spectators who have gathered to watch the show!"
Now I'm in touch with my anger. I want to scorn them, humiliate them, sue them. I am just overwhelmed by what I'm thinking and by all of my emotions. After lurking here for the past 18 months I had to open an account because I needed to vent. Thank you for reading this long message. Thank you for giving me a place to let some of this poison out.
Today was rough. Ears blaring, like usual, but I got some glimmer of hope because I have been on a waitlist for a tinnitus clinic for 16 months and finally successfully made an appointment for this April. Yay me. Rough though, because the fire alarm went off at work, and I felt embarrassed dumping my purse in a desperate panic to get my earplugs, then shouldering roughly past my co-workers to flee the building. My tears were from the embarrassment as much as from the shock and the pain. I don't know what made me do this....but a few minutes ago I went on the tall ship website and saw these words describing their sailing adventures: "Of course, a little cannon firing is in order to salute the spectators who have gathered to watch the show!"
Now I'm in touch with my anger. I want to scorn them, humiliate them, sue them. I am just overwhelmed by what I'm thinking and by all of my emotions. After lurking here for the past 18 months I had to open an account because I needed to vent. Thank you for reading this long message. Thank you for giving me a place to let some of this poison out.