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Hello you wonderful people. I'm thirty two years old and live my amazing partner (pictured) and a crazy feline in a little part of the Wirral, UK. My job is a monkey with a typewriter because I haven't quite managed to win the euromillions yet.
I have had tinnitus since I was a child. I don't remember the exact date my pulse started banging in my head but I remember having sleeping issues caused by it when doing my first year exams. It was a quiet banging to begin with that slowly built up over time. Mine is constant and in the past it's had me gripped. So much so, I thought I was losing my mind . I consider myself lucky. I know most of my triggers ( stress, ear infections, wax build up) that make it louder.
As well as pulsatile tinnitus, I also have otosclerosis in my ears so since the age of seventeen I have worn an aid in my right ear which this year has gone to wearing aids in both ears due to the severity of the loss. As my hearing lessens my tinnitus increases. I try not to see what I have as a blight. Sometimes it's hard. Sometimes my coping mechanisms fail, and most doctors and audiologists I have come across don't know how to help or don't want to help. But I try and take comfort in my constant. I know this sounds strange, but I know that I will eventually go completely deaf.
My hearing is poor now and will only get worse. I can have operations but these are not guaranteed to work and are not a miracle to correct my hearing permanently. But the banging in my head reminds me I'm alive. It reminds me that I will still hear life even when deaf. I will adapt as time goes on. I know when I accidentally tune in to it Ozzy Osbourne, Freddie Mercury, and James Hetfield have helped me to get through the bad. (No doubt damaging my hearing in the process so a vicious circle really.)tinnitus hearing health fit motivationalquotes motivation tattoo inspirationalquotes instagood together hospital mentalhealth tumblr tattoo life nature DJ music rave houseparty food fastfood diet healthy living sleep anxiety depression stress humansofnewyork