Suicidal

To All Those Who Were Irritated or Worsened by an MRI:

I have never encountered a single reported instance where the results from an MRI led to a successful treatment for tinnitus.

Because, after all, there is at present no method for the repair of any cilia, aural nerve or other tissue damage.

Even if such damages were identified there would be no treatment recourse.

Why would a physician subject a patient to such a punishing level of sound when the condition is often caused by exposure to such a punishing level of sound?

This is only conjecture, but I wonder if the real purpose of such frequent prescriptions of MRI's has to do with the physician's liability / malpractice exposure.

The physician says to him/herself, "Let's say there is only a 1% chance that this patient has a brain tumor. Issuing a prescription for an MRI allows me to sleep at night knowing that my malpractice exposure is protected.

If the patient undergoes it, and we find nothing abnormal, then so be it. If the patient regards such a test as burdensome, unnecessary and costly, then I am still protected since the patient went against Doctor's orders."

Some time ago the Atlantic Monthly Magazine had a report on how various high-cost Medical Equipment Manufacturers kept tabs on which physicians most frequently wrote prescriptions for their equipment usage (and very generously rewarded those who did).
 
To All Those Who Were Irritated or Worsened by an MRI:

I have never encountered a single reported instance where the results from an MRI led to a successful treatment for tinnitus.

Because, after all, there is at present no method for the repair of any cilia, aural nerve or other tissue damage.

Even if such damages were identified there would be no treatment recourse.

Why would a physician subject a patient to such a punishing level of sound when the condition is often caused by exposure to such a punishing level of sound?

This is only conjecture, but I wonder if the real purpose of such frequent prescriptions of MRI's has to do with the physician's liability / malpractice exposure.

The physician says to him/herself, "Let's say there is only a 1% chance that this patient has a brain tumor. Issuing a prescription for an MRI allows me to sleep at night knowing that my malpractice exposure is protected.

If the patient undergoes it, and we find nothing abnormal, then so be it. If the patient regards such a test as burdensome, unnecessary and costly, then I am still protected since the patient went against Doctor's orders."

Some time ago the Atlantic Monthly Magazine had a report on how various high-cost Medical Equipment Manufacturers kept tabs on which physicians most frequently wrote prescriptions for their equipment usage (and very generously rewarded those who did).
Nothing, will change dude. More people will get worse noise induced pain from MRIs and no one will care.
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There is only so much fun one can have toying around with low quality software and playing late 90s -early 2000s video games all day. I am growing tire some of my pathetic lifestyle. :sad face:
 
Nothing, will change dude. More people will get worse noise induced pain from MRIs and no one will care.
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There is only so much fun one can have toying around with low quality software and playing late 90s -early 2000s video games all day. I am growing tire some of my pathetic lifestyle. :sad face:
I specifically asked my otologist whether I should do the MRI and she said yes and that I would be fine with proper protection. Sigh.

I have so many sounds in my head I can't even count them. Hoping that stem cell secretome can do something for my synapses.
 
I specifically asked my otologist whether I should do the MRI and she said yes and that I would be fine with proper protection. Sigh.

I have so many sounds in my head I can't even count them. Hoping that stem cell secretome can do something for my synapses.
That's with fitted earplugs and your own earmuffs?
 
To be fair, MRIs are done to exclude acoustic neuroma. A relative of mine did that and they found the neuroma. If left untreated it could lead to deafness and paralysis.
He had cyberknife surgery and healed. However, neuroma is rare and it is imperative they use silent MRIs on patients. The medical profession in the ear area (and many others unfortunately) is a joke.
 
I cannot live like this!

But I don't want to make everyone around me feel the same afterwards!

How can I explain the inexplicable?

I feel really sorry but enough is enough!

Jeremy
Whew, long and old thread, sure hope you are still around to enjoy the good things in life...

I've also had thoughts of leaving this world early for many personal reasons. I'm not 100% sure how I got through it, it's been so many decades. All I can say is feelings change. What you feel today is not necessarily what you will feel tomorrow, next week or next year... Just change your focus, constantly putting all your energy into problems without looking for solutions is unhealthy.

One thing that has helped me reduce the buzzing/ringing is avoiding sugar. Seems like the better I eat the less it bothers me.

With that said... I honestly think the biggest problem with anything that effects us negatively is giving it too much attention... figure out how to cope as best we can and then do our best to focus on positive life experience... feelings pass, hang in there and change your focus.
 
Anyone here get worse tinnitus in an open MRI with earmuffs and earplugs?
What's going on with you? Did you have it today and feel worse?

My ear is still fucked and painful from my neighbour's drilling last week...

What's an open MRI? Aren't they all tubes?

I think we should rather have CT scans. It's only an advantage if we die young:)
 
Story time. I get there and I put my earplugs in the correct way, roll them, pull the ear and insert all the way. I can't hear anything lol. I pull one out to talk to the tech. I had my MRI safe earmuffs (26 NRR) that will fit in the coil. The nurse starts prodding me for the contrast. Can't get the needle in so she laughs and pokes my upper arm instead of wrist area. Blood starts squirting all over my shorts and leg. I'm like "ok" lol...

They finally lay me down in the machine and my earmuffs fit with my head I'm like cool. It's going to take one hour. Nervous because I am claustrophobic. He raises me and then nothing. Lowers me. Raises me again and then nothing. He couldn't move me back.

Long story short I'm too fat and the damn machine doesn't go in! Lmao he said sorry, you need another machine. I said I'm right under 300 lbs and it should be ok with the 350 lbs rating (45 lbs for the table). I'm like wtf man.

So I got a refund and now looking for an open MRI. Supposedly it's better for claustrophobic people and maybe noise wise too?
 
Story time. I get there and I put my earplugs in the correct way, roll them, pull the ear and insert all the way. I can't hear anything lol. I pull one out to talk to the tech. I had my MRI safe earmuffs (26 NRR) that will fit in the coil. The nurse starts prodding me for the contrast. Can't get the needle in so she laughs and pokes my upper arm instead of wrist area. Blood starts squirting all over my shorts and leg. I'm like "ok" lol...

They finally lay me down in the machine and my earmuffs fit with my head I'm like cool. It's going to take one hour. Nervous because I am claustrophobic. He raises me and then nothing. Lowers me. Raises me again and then nothing. He couldn't move me back.

Long story short I'm too fat and the damn machine doesn't go in! Lmao he said sorry, you need another machine. I said I'm right under 300 lbs and it should be ok with the 350 lbs rating (45 lbs for the table). I'm like wtf man.

So I got a refund and now looking for an open MRI. Supposedly it's better for claustrophobic people and maybe noise wise too?
Ain't over till the fat man sings!

Hilarious!

Goodnight Winnie the Pooh :D
 
Story time. I get there and I put my earplugs in the correct way, roll them, pull the ear and insert all the way. I can't hear anything lol. I pull one out to talk to the tech. I had my MRI safe earmuffs (26 NRR) that will fit in the coil. The nurse starts prodding me for the contrast. Can't get the needle in so she laughs and pokes my upper arm instead of wrist area. Blood starts squirting all over my shorts and leg. I'm like "ok" lol...

They finally lay me down in the machine and my earmuffs fit with my head I'm like cool. It's going to take one hour. Nervous because I am claustrophobic. He raises me and then nothing. Lowers me. Raises me again and then nothing. He couldn't move me back.

Long story short I'm too fat and the damn machine doesn't go in! Lmao he said sorry, you need another machine. I said I'm right under 300 lbs and it should be ok with the 350 lbs rating (45 lbs for the table). I'm like wtf man.

So I got a refund and now looking for an open MRI. Supposedly it's better for claustrophobic people and maybe noise wise too?
LOL @Wrfortiscue, this is hilarious.

Also, yes, open MRI machines are a lot less noisy.
 
Yeah for reals lol. The MRI tech says "he's really nervous ok" to the nurse prodding me, and she was cracking jokes missing my vein lol.
You do realise that many of us got nothing better to do than mock you forever, right? :) :) :)

I mean FX-322 is pretty much beaten subject, and that @Toby1972 guy is keeping a very low profile... :D

So... which body part didn't fit... ? :)
Or did the engine on the table simply brake down...?

I haven't had this much fun since @Steph1710 offered to jump on a plane and give me a pity fuck :D
 
You do realise that many of us got nothing better to do than mock you forever, right? :) :) :)

I mean FX-322 is pretty much beaten subject, and that @Toby1972 guy is keeping a very low profile... :D

So... which body part didn't fit... ? :)
Or did the engine on the table simply brake down...?

I haven't had this much fun since @Steph1710 offered to jump on a plane and give me a pity fuck :D
I wish I could say I'm that hung, or have that much muscle, but yeah lol.
 
@Zugzug, how are you?
I was hit by a ton of bricks. Between the packing, moving, and processing of my divorce (which is officially filed), I kind of lost my mind for a few weeks -- it was already tortured before that.

Even though my wife and I were separated and she had no desire to reconcile (so I knew it was over), there was something about seeing her face once per week for groceries, medicine, etc. that made it feel less permanent. At the very end, it finally occurred to me that what I thought was the love of my life, was over. Period, permanent, no contact, etc.

It was devastating. I hard sobbed like a baby basically 24/7 and had nonstop suicidal thoughts. I sort of developed a suicide plan. I took a lot of benzos and somehow made it. Now I am getting acclimated in my parents' basement, which I'm still working at turning into a sound proof bubble. Very, very rough sledding.

How are you making out? How's the foot? Thanks for asking about me -- I appreciate it.
 
I was hit by a ton of bricks. Between the packing, moving, and processing of my divorce (which is officially filed), I kind of lost my mind for a few weeks -- it was already tortured before that.

Even though my wife and I were separated and she had no desire to reconcile (so I knew it was over), there was something about seeing her face once per week for groceries, medicine, etc. that made it feel less permanent. At the very end, it finally occurred to me that what I thought was the love of my life, was over. Period, permanent, no contact, etc.

It was devastating. I hard sobbed like a baby basically 24/7 and had nonstop suicidal thoughts. I sort of developed a suicide plan. I took a lot of benzos and somehow made it. Now I am getting acclimated in my parents' basement, which I'm still working at turning into a sound proof bubble. Very, very rough sledding.

How are you making out? How's the foot? Thanks for asking about me -- I appreciate it.
I am so sorry to read this - I actually teared up for you. No joke.
 
I was hit by a ton of bricks. Between the packing, moving, and processing of my divorce (which is officially filed), I kind of lost my mind for a few weeks -- it was already tortured before that.

Even though my wife and I were separated and she had no desire to reconcile (so I knew it was over), there was something about seeing her face once per week for groceries, medicine, etc. that made it feel less permanent. At the very end, it finally occurred to me that what I thought was the love of my life, was over. Period, permanent, no contact, etc.

It was devastating. I hard sobbed like a baby basically 24/7 and had nonstop suicidal thoughts. I sort of developed a suicide plan. I took a lot of benzos and somehow made it. Now I am getting acclimated in my parents' basement, which I'm still working at turning into a sound proof bubble. Very, very rough sledding.

How are you making out? How's the foot? Thanks for asking about me -- I appreciate it.
Sounds horrible Zugzug...

Hope you get better one day, and over that female....
 
I was hit by a ton of bricks. Between the packing, moving, and processing of my divorce (which is officially filed), I kind of lost my mind for a few weeks -- it was already tortured before that.

Even though my wife and I were separated and she had no desire to reconcile (so I knew it was over), there was something about seeing her face once per week for groceries, medicine, etc. that made it feel less permanent. At the very end, it finally occurred to me that what I thought was the love of my life, was over. Period, permanent, no contact, etc.

It was devastating. I hard sobbed like a baby basically 24/7 and had nonstop suicidal thoughts. I sort of developed a suicide plan. I took a lot of benzos and somehow made it. Now I am getting acclimated in my parents' basement, which I'm still working at turning into a sound proof bubble. Very, very rough sledding.

How are you making out? How's the foot? Thanks for asking about me -- I appreciate it.
Fight on Buddy.

I love you! :huganimation:
 
I was hit by a ton of bricks. Between the packing, moving, and processing of my divorce (which is officially filed), I kind of lost my mind for a few weeks -- it was already tortured before that.

Even though my wife and I were separated and she had no desire to reconcile (so I knew it was over), there was something about seeing her face once per week for groceries, medicine, etc. that made it feel less permanent. At the very end, it finally occurred to me that what I thought was the love of my life, was over. Period, permanent, no contact, etc.

It was devastating. I hard sobbed like a baby basically 24/7 and had nonstop suicidal thoughts. I sort of developed a suicide plan. I took a lot of benzos and somehow made it. Now I am getting acclimated in my parents' basement, which I'm still working at turning into a sound proof bubble. Very, very rough sledding.

How are you making out? How's the foot? Thanks for asking about me -- I appreciate it.
Sorry man, sending hugs your way.
 
@dan, do you mind me asking if you're on disability?

Actually, I am interested if anyone else is, in this thread. Why ask in this thread? Well, I figured if you are participating in a thread called 'Suicide' - it's likely that your tinnitus is severe enough that you either don't work, struggle working and otherwise struggle just day-to-day. Perhaps, you sought disability (in your region, in your country). I'm trying to get it and extra $ won't do anything for my tinnitus but it would help the daily life struggle, financially speaking, just a little.

Ironically, it won't change my feelings about suicide and my condition/situation but I don't expect it to. Just wondering how you cope while the tinnitus/hyperacusis makes you want to end it, permanently.
 
Tell us about it man. What's happening?
Thanks @Stacken77, and for the hugs... A long battle with chronic diseases before tinnitus.

They all seem conflicting in how I should behave, so feels like I'm at the end. Housing situation not helping, makes the difference between just existing or being completely tortured...

Many of you probably feel the same especially with hyperacusis and the losing game of protecting ears and/or getting any improvements...

Well thanks for the hug's people <3
 
I was hit by a ton of bricks. Between the packing, moving, and processing of my divorce (which is officially filed), I kind of lost my mind for a few weeks -- it was already tortured before that.

Even though my wife and I were separated and she had no desire to reconcile (so I knew it was over), there was something about seeing her face once per week for groceries, medicine, etc. that made it feel less permanent. At the very end, it finally occurred to me that what I thought was the love of my life, was over. Period, permanent, no contact, etc.

It was devastating. I hard sobbed like a baby basically 24/7 and had nonstop suicidal thoughts. I sort of developed a suicide plan. I took a lot of benzos and somehow made it. Now I am getting acclimated in my parents' basement, which I'm still working at turning into a sound proof bubble. Very, very rough sledding.

How are you making out? How's the foot? Thanks for asking about me -- I appreciate it.
How are you getting along with your parents? Are they supportive?
 
The sheer raw tenacity, kindness, empathy and willpower people have in this thread.

Everyone wants to live, just not like this.

Ears and the brain are so fucking dumb.

I'm watching a car crash in slow motion in my own life everything is slowly and painstakingly being unraveled by my hands.

In a different reality maybe some of us could have bumped into each other at an indoor mall, loud restaurant or airport with no hearing protection.

Truly unfucking real.
 

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