- May 29, 2015
- 104
- Tinnitus Since
- 10/2014
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Prolonged stress followed by bereavement
Imagine someone you love losing the use of their legs almost overnight and she goes to hospital with osteoporosis.
Imagine that person collapsed outside your bedroom door at 2am in a pool of pee with two broken toes because she didn't get to the bathroom in time and no care package had been put in place. She goes back into hospital.
She then becomes bed bound and has to use a commode and a catheter bag.
I then lose my job.
Then she has a stroke and her left arm becomes useless to the point that I have to put it round me to say goodnight. She goes back to hospital.
Imagine four visits by carers every day because she has to be cleaned and turned in bed regularly to prevent bed sores.
Imagine having to get the out of hours doctor out at 2 or 3 or 4 in the morning because of some extra emergency.
Imagine that person then becoming doubly incontinent and her carers and sons having to deal with the aftermath.
She then develops a blistering, bleeding skin disease because her immune system is compromised by the drugs she needs. So now we need district nurses and she is covered in dressings.
Imagine having to feed this person with a spoon because she can't chew solids any more.
Imagine me jumping up and down in tears, headbutting the wall and slapping myself around the face in the middle of the night because I'm exhausted and know there's only going to be one outcome.
Imagine three and a half years of this because we promised not to put her away in a home.
I then get tinnitus.
Then imagine this person being 100% aware of everything and being terrified of everything.
She then goes into a care home for a few days respite but dies and the home doesn't know where her body has been taken so our social worker is initially phoning hospitals and morgues without result. This is at Christmas and I was so ill I nearly didn't go to her funeral. In the end, it was just two of us there. We couldn't handle any guests.
Imagine being ill for the whole of 2015 (me) and having panic attacks that would leave me gasping for breath from morning until night when I longed to be unconscious. Imagine being battered by suicidal thoughts for months. Imagine having to give your meds to another family member because you cannot be trusted with them. Imagine being turned away from hospital because you're 'not bad enough'. Imagine still thinking that you hear your Mother calling you at times.
So yes, my T is mild, slight even but I feel I've already been in hell for a good time and I don't like it. I don't wish to downplay anybody else's suffering on here but I thought it was time to inform this site of the bigger picture and that I'm not just a moaner who should count his blessings. Anxiety has ruined my life in many ways. I just wish to get better so I can enjoy the latter part of my life in peace. And it's true. My tinnitus IS small. I only really notice it in the quiet and when I lye down a small Morse beep starts which then becomes intrusive and continuous. I just hope I will eventually not give a toss and join the other millions who have trodden the habituation path.
Imagine that person collapsed outside your bedroom door at 2am in a pool of pee with two broken toes because she didn't get to the bathroom in time and no care package had been put in place. She goes back into hospital.
She then becomes bed bound and has to use a commode and a catheter bag.
I then lose my job.
Then she has a stroke and her left arm becomes useless to the point that I have to put it round me to say goodnight. She goes back to hospital.
Imagine four visits by carers every day because she has to be cleaned and turned in bed regularly to prevent bed sores.
Imagine having to get the out of hours doctor out at 2 or 3 or 4 in the morning because of some extra emergency.
Imagine that person then becoming doubly incontinent and her carers and sons having to deal with the aftermath.
She then develops a blistering, bleeding skin disease because her immune system is compromised by the drugs she needs. So now we need district nurses and she is covered in dressings.
Imagine having to feed this person with a spoon because she can't chew solids any more.
Imagine me jumping up and down in tears, headbutting the wall and slapping myself around the face in the middle of the night because I'm exhausted and know there's only going to be one outcome.
Imagine three and a half years of this because we promised not to put her away in a home.
I then get tinnitus.
Then imagine this person being 100% aware of everything and being terrified of everything.
She then goes into a care home for a few days respite but dies and the home doesn't know where her body has been taken so our social worker is initially phoning hospitals and morgues without result. This is at Christmas and I was so ill I nearly didn't go to her funeral. In the end, it was just two of us there. We couldn't handle any guests.
Imagine being ill for the whole of 2015 (me) and having panic attacks that would leave me gasping for breath from morning until night when I longed to be unconscious. Imagine being battered by suicidal thoughts for months. Imagine having to give your meds to another family member because you cannot be trusted with them. Imagine being turned away from hospital because you're 'not bad enough'. Imagine still thinking that you hear your Mother calling you at times.
So yes, my T is mild, slight even but I feel I've already been in hell for a good time and I don't like it. I don't wish to downplay anybody else's suffering on here but I thought it was time to inform this site of the bigger picture and that I'm not just a moaner who should count his blessings. Anxiety has ruined my life in many ways. I just wish to get better so I can enjoy the latter part of my life in peace. And it's true. My tinnitus IS small. I only really notice it in the quiet and when I lye down a small Morse beep starts which then becomes intrusive and continuous. I just hope I will eventually not give a toss and join the other millions who have trodden the habituation path.