- Feb 21, 2018
- 32
- Tinnitus Since
- 01/2018
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Acoustic trauma? Stress? Both?
Hi fellow sufferers.
I know you all need support, and I wish I could give you some. That I one day could post in the Success Stories, perhaps give some of you hope. But I'm sorry I cannot offer you some, only this negativeness. But I have no one else to talk to.
Five weeks in now, and it's not getting better. Getting worse it seems. Two weeks now since I had a full good day, in silence. Now these periods are shorter and shorter. Not days anymore; hours, moments.
It's a beautiful morning today, blue sky, crispy white snow. 10c below zero. Pefect for skiing. But I woke up crying. Had a horrible night. Last friday I visited the ENT specialist, he was cheerful and said it would go away, within 4-6 months. Gave me a superficial examination. Said my ears are OK. That the audiogram says I hear very well. No problems there he said. I clutched the positiveness he was radiating, but was uneasy about the fact that he didn't listen to me, he mostly talked. The same story he probably tells all. I tried to talk about probable causes, what I thought could have caused it, possible treatments. Now I realize that my history doesn't matter, that's why he didn't listen. There is nothing to do, no hope. All he can do is cheer you up, and offer anti-depressive medicines.
Went to accupuncture after that. It hurt, and gave some more hope. The rest of that day was better. Slept well that night. However saturday it began again, without stopping. Sunday also. A little better in the evening. Yesterday still there, but a little better, when I pushed it away. Tonight it came back with full intensity.
That's what bother me most perhaps, the fluctuations. From ear to ear sometimes. Other times it's almost gone, I can' hear it even if I listen for it. When it's good I can watch TV, listen to soft music, work on things, I'm miles high on the silence. At first it gave me hope. Now I know something is irrepairably damaged. It comes back with full force. Nobody can fix it.
I don't think anymore that it will go away by itself. I understand that I likely will not be able to do my job anymore, never enjoy the things that gave me pleasure. The wife is still hopeful, giving me advice, making good food, herbs, ointments, vitamins. Helping as she can. However I can see it in her eyes. The boy says daddy's ears will be OK, daddy will be fine. That really, really, hurts. Because daddy will not be fine, never ever. Daddy will probably not be here this time next year.
Every day the last weeks I have the same feeling I had when my mother got ill, exactly 20 years ago. We all knew it was the end, there was nothing to do. A horrible feeling.
I'm starting to sell off stuff know. Stuff that they won't need. They will need cash, a good economy. I can provide that, they will be fine. Wife will curse me, but she will cope. She is the social type. Perhaps she'll find a better one. But I'm so sorry for the boy. I hope he will cope. Life will never be the same, like mine when mother and later father passed away. But he will survive, like I did. He will have many good days.
Not sure what to do. I cannot bring shame on them. Need to wrap up things first. I have a story to finish. My story, in the family book. Secure the finances. Could take some months. Keep a straight face, give them hope. Wife turns 50 soon, I have promised here something nice. Then there is summer, Italy this time. The boy loves the sea. The lovely sunshine. But autumn will come. It rains a lot here in the north, it's dark. Long nights, short days. I never coould stand the rain, it goes on for weeks.
I know you all need support, and I wish I could give you some. That I one day could post in the Success Stories, perhaps give some of you hope. But I'm sorry I cannot offer you some, only this negativeness. But I have no one else to talk to.
Five weeks in now, and it's not getting better. Getting worse it seems. Two weeks now since I had a full good day, in silence. Now these periods are shorter and shorter. Not days anymore; hours, moments.
It's a beautiful morning today, blue sky, crispy white snow. 10c below zero. Pefect for skiing. But I woke up crying. Had a horrible night. Last friday I visited the ENT specialist, he was cheerful and said it would go away, within 4-6 months. Gave me a superficial examination. Said my ears are OK. That the audiogram says I hear very well. No problems there he said. I clutched the positiveness he was radiating, but was uneasy about the fact that he didn't listen to me, he mostly talked. The same story he probably tells all. I tried to talk about probable causes, what I thought could have caused it, possible treatments. Now I realize that my history doesn't matter, that's why he didn't listen. There is nothing to do, no hope. All he can do is cheer you up, and offer anti-depressive medicines.
Went to accupuncture after that. It hurt, and gave some more hope. The rest of that day was better. Slept well that night. However saturday it began again, without stopping. Sunday also. A little better in the evening. Yesterday still there, but a little better, when I pushed it away. Tonight it came back with full intensity.
That's what bother me most perhaps, the fluctuations. From ear to ear sometimes. Other times it's almost gone, I can' hear it even if I listen for it. When it's good I can watch TV, listen to soft music, work on things, I'm miles high on the silence. At first it gave me hope. Now I know something is irrepairably damaged. It comes back with full force. Nobody can fix it.
I don't think anymore that it will go away by itself. I understand that I likely will not be able to do my job anymore, never enjoy the things that gave me pleasure. The wife is still hopeful, giving me advice, making good food, herbs, ointments, vitamins. Helping as she can. However I can see it in her eyes. The boy says daddy's ears will be OK, daddy will be fine. That really, really, hurts. Because daddy will not be fine, never ever. Daddy will probably not be here this time next year.
Every day the last weeks I have the same feeling I had when my mother got ill, exactly 20 years ago. We all knew it was the end, there was nothing to do. A horrible feeling.
I'm starting to sell off stuff know. Stuff that they won't need. They will need cash, a good economy. I can provide that, they will be fine. Wife will curse me, but she will cope. She is the social type. Perhaps she'll find a better one. But I'm so sorry for the boy. I hope he will cope. Life will never be the same, like mine when mother and later father passed away. But he will survive, like I did. He will have many good days.
Not sure what to do. I cannot bring shame on them. Need to wrap up things first. I have a story to finish. My story, in the family book. Secure the finances. Could take some months. Keep a straight face, give them hope. Wife turns 50 soon, I have promised here something nice. Then there is summer, Italy this time. The boy loves the sea. The lovely sunshine. But autumn will come. It rains a lot here in the north, it's dark. Long nights, short days. I never coould stand the rain, it goes on for weeks.