Member- Jul 29, 2018
- 125
- 63
- Tinnitus Since
- 07/2018
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Phone ring tone directly in my ear/hearing loss 15% l, 25% r
Day was going well. Then I walked past a store and a lady, by mistake put a piece of clothing near the front and set off the alarm for merchandise, directly into my ear. I mean I was in the perfect place to take a full blast directly into my right ear. Yup, 10 sec. later my ear that had been quiet started up, and has been active at a high pitch all day. The only bright spot is that it is not as loud as it could be, and it has once, maybe twice in the day quieted down, only to go back up. I know it will settle with time (part of my hope and belief strategy). I have managed to ignore it, look past it and go through it until the time I need, but look upon with trepidation, to sleep. I have tinnitus sound therapy playing, just this time, tonight it just does not seem to work.
I am writing this more as a catharsis for myself, a need to vent and ask the question that has been asked so many times before me, and no doubt will be asked so many times after, and hence the title. I will try to sleep again, count sheep, listen to my tinnitus sound therapy and with belief and hope I will fall into a slumber, and in the morning awake with the prospect of a quieter day ahead of me. Ah to dream that sweet thought of something so cherished. To have hope is great, to feel it shaken never fun, but is it not the truest test of hope and faith when it is shaken, to continue to hold on for something more?
Apologies for waxing and waning, but as I said this is my catharsis, my channel to vent to an audience who knows unfortunately all to well, the source of my, and our, collective anguish.
I am writing this more as a catharsis for myself, a need to vent and ask the question that has been asked so many times before me, and no doubt will be asked so many times after, and hence the title. I will try to sleep again, count sheep, listen to my tinnitus sound therapy and with belief and hope I will fall into a slumber, and in the morning awake with the prospect of a quieter day ahead of me. Ah to dream that sweet thought of something so cherished. To have hope is great, to feel it shaken never fun, but is it not the truest test of hope and faith when it is shaken, to continue to hold on for something more?
Apologies for waxing and waning, but as I said this is my catharsis, my channel to vent to an audience who knows unfortunately all to well, the source of my, and our, collective anguish.
