- Mar 21, 2016
- 207
- Tinnitus Since
- 4 december 2015
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Verapamil, Flecainide, Apixaban, stress
Yesterday I had my first counseling session with a lady who specializes in T. All I could hear from her is that I have to adapt my lifestyle give up things to accommodate T. Find new balance. But I can't do that. I have already gone through that process with my heart issues. Had to take a job with less stress, fewer hours, give up my ambitions. I am not able to run, walk long distances, swim or ride a bike, do any sports for that matter. My whole life these pas three years is about giving up things to adapt to a lifestyle with a heart condition. I did fine. I really did ok. I changed my eating habits, did only very healthy stuff, started yoga, regular physiotherapy, meditation, no drinking, early nights. All the sensible responsible stuff.
And then last year I had the surgery which was supposed to make me better but made me worse. Medication that gave me awful T an H. And now she tells me I might have to give up my job? I might have to be happy with only being ok a few hours each day. I can't do that. I just cannot. I want to be a good mother to my children, like I used to. I want to be able to take care of my family. I want to be a good friend and not just somebody who needs care all the time. I don't want to suffer the rest of my life. I'm done giving in and accommodating. I just can't take it. All I do is lie in bed and on the couch, dragging myself through every day. Counting hours before I can take my Remeron so I can finally sleep.
Tonight my youngest plays in a musical and I have to go there. I'm so proud of him, he has a leading role. I love him so. But I don't know how to do it. Next week my children and my husband are going away on holiday without me. I can't come. I'm too tired and too sick.
Please, please, please, tell me this will get better and I will be able to live my life again.
And then last year I had the surgery which was supposed to make me better but made me worse. Medication that gave me awful T an H. And now she tells me I might have to give up my job? I might have to be happy with only being ok a few hours each day. I can't do that. I just cannot. I want to be a good mother to my children, like I used to. I want to be able to take care of my family. I want to be a good friend and not just somebody who needs care all the time. I don't want to suffer the rest of my life. I'm done giving in and accommodating. I just can't take it. All I do is lie in bed and on the couch, dragging myself through every day. Counting hours before I can take my Remeron so I can finally sleep.
Tonight my youngest plays in a musical and I have to go there. I'm so proud of him, he has a leading role. I love him so. But I don't know how to do it. Next week my children and my husband are going away on holiday without me. I can't come. I'm too tired and too sick.
Please, please, please, tell me this will get better and I will be able to live my life again.