I am not terribly active online. I have never posted anything on any website or forum. Not on news websites, hobby forums, nowhere. Never been to a self-help seminar, support group, nothing. I'm not that guy. But since this has been such a profoundly traumatic experience and I have been clinging to this forum for the past week or so, for the sake of catharsis, I feel like I have to lay it down, so here goes . . .
Last Tuesday (10 days ago), I was jogging on my treadmill listening to my Ipod. It was fairly loud. I've always enjoyed cranking up my tunes. Went to some loud concerts in my teens, but other than that, it was mostly earphones. My wife would sometimes comment that she could hear the music when I was sitting and listening and she expressed concern. We've all been warned about hearing loss but no one tells you that you can be cursed with a permanent ringing in your ears.
So I got off the treadmill and hopped in the shower. I dried off, threw on my jammies, and stepped into the hallway. I turned my head to the left in response to a loud and high pitched whine. "What's that?" I then realized that my ears were ringing. In both ears. But the left was louder than the right. I have never known complete silence. I always had some very faint head sounds in total silence. I assume we all do. Never bothered me.
I put it out of my mind and went to sleep. Next day it was still there. "That's odd." When I was younger and going to concerts or clubs, I might have some diminished hearing or soreness for less than an hour. Maybe even the next day, once or twice. I went on with my day.
But over the next three days, I became increasingly concerned. The sound was not going away. Like many of us, I turned to the internet where I discovered that "tinnitus" was a thing. A bad thing. Something that could be permanent. Something that people have killed themselves over. I was still able to get some sleep with some soft rain sounds on my Ipod. I was able to function at work, but I kept googling and googling and became consumed with the sound, always searching for it. I found this forum and became freaked out and, to a lesser extent, mildy consoled. There were others suffering, but there were others proclaiming the triumph of habituation. Some were lucky enough to say that it went away for them.
Up to this point I had been keeping it together. But over the weekend, the silence of my quiet home was oppressive. I got more and more agitated. I dreaded telling my wife because that would somehow make it real. Maybe she would blame me for all that loud music. I hated myself for what I might I might have done to my ears. But since I was losing interest in food and exercise and started watching movies all day, she finally asked me if there was something wrong. At last, I told her that I think I have tinnitus. I started sobbing uncontrollably. Called my mom--same thing, tears. They tried to be supportive and understanding and my mom said that she had it too but has gotten used to it over the years.
I really started to lose my compure. I told myself, "This can't be happening to me! I can't live like this!" I felt like a blubbering fool. I needed support but didn't want to alarm or alienate anyone. Everything around me reminded me of my horrible new condition, even if it was just metaphorically. I began to obsessively clean my ears with drops and a bulb, praying that it was just earwax.
The next day my wife and I stayed home. I tried to see a doctor but none were available. I didn't go the ER because I assumed they would just tell me there was nothing wrong and I should live with it. Everything was setting me off. I knew that this would be my undoing. I started to bargain with God, blame myself, and resolve to be more compassionate towards others. Most of all, I resolved to NEVER expose myself to loud sounds ever again. The slightest interaction with loved ones, a poignant moment on TV, or a random thought could cause me to start weeping. This is not me. I am a man. And I'm over 30 for crying out loud.
On Tuesday, I saw a GP. She looked in my ears. No inflammation and they were clean. She did see some fluid behind my left ear and prescribed me some pseudophedrine. Did not seem terribly concerned about my obviously fragile emotional state.
I have not been able to sleep for the last 2-3 days, not well anyway. One night I lied down by the fridge just for the relief of the sound and pulsing from the floor. I was falling apart. Now, at work, I am in a sour daze. Everyone is wondering what is wrong with me. I have an appointment with another doctor a week from today. This is the first time I have ever considered seeing a shrink or taking psyche meds. I am struggling to get past the notion that this may be forever. I can only ignore it when surrounded by noise and engaged in something. I pointlessly compare my affliction with those of others. "Would I trade this ringing in my ears with an amputee for my leg? Yes." I can't think straight. There is so much conflicting information and mixed emotions about what I can or should do.
Now the sound seems to be louder in my right than it is in the left and more like crickets than a high pitched whine. I feel some crackling in my ears when I swallow or move my jaw and pressure seems to be shifting in intensity and from ear to ear. I am just trying to cope and get a grip.
Anyway, that's my long manifesto. I'm not fishing for pity, "attaboys", or a magic bullet. I just keep trying to tell myself that one way or another it will get better. I don't know if it will be next week, next month, or next year. I don't know if it will be because it goes away or if I learn how to survive. I'm just taking it one day at a time, that's all. Thank you to everyone on this forum. I try not to obssess about it online, but somehow just coming here feels less lonely.
Last Tuesday (10 days ago), I was jogging on my treadmill listening to my Ipod. It was fairly loud. I've always enjoyed cranking up my tunes. Went to some loud concerts in my teens, but other than that, it was mostly earphones. My wife would sometimes comment that she could hear the music when I was sitting and listening and she expressed concern. We've all been warned about hearing loss but no one tells you that you can be cursed with a permanent ringing in your ears.
So I got off the treadmill and hopped in the shower. I dried off, threw on my jammies, and stepped into the hallway. I turned my head to the left in response to a loud and high pitched whine. "What's that?" I then realized that my ears were ringing. In both ears. But the left was louder than the right. I have never known complete silence. I always had some very faint head sounds in total silence. I assume we all do. Never bothered me.
I put it out of my mind and went to sleep. Next day it was still there. "That's odd." When I was younger and going to concerts or clubs, I might have some diminished hearing or soreness for less than an hour. Maybe even the next day, once or twice. I went on with my day.
But over the next three days, I became increasingly concerned. The sound was not going away. Like many of us, I turned to the internet where I discovered that "tinnitus" was a thing. A bad thing. Something that could be permanent. Something that people have killed themselves over. I was still able to get some sleep with some soft rain sounds on my Ipod. I was able to function at work, but I kept googling and googling and became consumed with the sound, always searching for it. I found this forum and became freaked out and, to a lesser extent, mildy consoled. There were others suffering, but there were others proclaiming the triumph of habituation. Some were lucky enough to say that it went away for them.
Up to this point I had been keeping it together. But over the weekend, the silence of my quiet home was oppressive. I got more and more agitated. I dreaded telling my wife because that would somehow make it real. Maybe she would blame me for all that loud music. I hated myself for what I might I might have done to my ears. But since I was losing interest in food and exercise and started watching movies all day, she finally asked me if there was something wrong. At last, I told her that I think I have tinnitus. I started sobbing uncontrollably. Called my mom--same thing, tears. They tried to be supportive and understanding and my mom said that she had it too but has gotten used to it over the years.
I really started to lose my compure. I told myself, "This can't be happening to me! I can't live like this!" I felt like a blubbering fool. I needed support but didn't want to alarm or alienate anyone. Everything around me reminded me of my horrible new condition, even if it was just metaphorically. I began to obsessively clean my ears with drops and a bulb, praying that it was just earwax.
The next day my wife and I stayed home. I tried to see a doctor but none were available. I didn't go the ER because I assumed they would just tell me there was nothing wrong and I should live with it. Everything was setting me off. I knew that this would be my undoing. I started to bargain with God, blame myself, and resolve to be more compassionate towards others. Most of all, I resolved to NEVER expose myself to loud sounds ever again. The slightest interaction with loved ones, a poignant moment on TV, or a random thought could cause me to start weeping. This is not me. I am a man. And I'm over 30 for crying out loud.
On Tuesday, I saw a GP. She looked in my ears. No inflammation and they were clean. She did see some fluid behind my left ear and prescribed me some pseudophedrine. Did not seem terribly concerned about my obviously fragile emotional state.
I have not been able to sleep for the last 2-3 days, not well anyway. One night I lied down by the fridge just for the relief of the sound and pulsing from the floor. I was falling apart. Now, at work, I am in a sour daze. Everyone is wondering what is wrong with me. I have an appointment with another doctor a week from today. This is the first time I have ever considered seeing a shrink or taking psyche meds. I am struggling to get past the notion that this may be forever. I can only ignore it when surrounded by noise and engaged in something. I pointlessly compare my affliction with those of others. "Would I trade this ringing in my ears with an amputee for my leg? Yes." I can't think straight. There is so much conflicting information and mixed emotions about what I can or should do.
Now the sound seems to be louder in my right than it is in the left and more like crickets than a high pitched whine. I feel some crackling in my ears when I swallow or move my jaw and pressure seems to be shifting in intensity and from ear to ear. I am just trying to cope and get a grip.
Anyway, that's my long manifesto. I'm not fishing for pity, "attaboys", or a magic bullet. I just keep trying to tell myself that one way or another it will get better. I don't know if it will be next week, next month, or next year. I don't know if it will be because it goes away or if I learn how to survive. I'm just taking it one day at a time, that's all. Thank you to everyone on this forum. I try not to obssess about it online, but somehow just coming here feels less lonely.