So tired of the men-bashing movement. If I could kick ass and take no survivors when I was kidnapped (at age 17), SURELY one could find it in themselves to REPORT their incidents in a more timely manner. Staying silent until there was a media hashtag for it, created a LOT more victims than there HAD to be.
Lots of people don’t have the luxury of having a brain MRI (like I did a couple weeks ago) to eliminate the possibilities that can keep you up at night. At least I KNOW it’s not caused by a brain bleed, a tumor, or any damage to my ears. I also know it’s not due to any hearing loss (as a local ENT told me) as my hearing’s perfect.
It’s been 5 months and my research tells me that the only true “cure” is to retrain your brain. Medication & white noise weren’t options I’d consider. White noise irritates the snot out of me & no one gets quality sleep while drugged.
My frequency sounds like there’s a 10 pound mosquito in your bedroom at night – only there’s no variation like you’d get from a real mosquito, as it draws close or farther away. It’s LOUD. And it NEVER stops. Never. And it probably won’t. And thinking it won’t leads to bad thoughts. REALLY bad thoughts. Especially someone like me, that until this happened to me, couldn’t function without some silence to my day.
I’d stay up late(r) just for the silence.
So now I meditate. And pray for the strength to ignore it. Oh how I pray. I’m doing much better too. So much so that Ken thought it had gone away. Spouses typically dismiss this affliction because they can’t see the battle within. If ignoring the sound is winning how would they ever be expected to know??
I used to have to read until I passed out to get to sleep. I can usually get to sleep okay. It’s waking up and being too fuzzy to read or meditate back to sleep, that’s hard. It’s really one of those things that you can’t fathom, unless you happen to be one of the 50 million of us that has it. Although this link does a pretty good job.
They say Tinnitus is a symptom of something else. That bit of knowledge causes the most distress early on. I’m one of the lucky ones in that there’s nothing operable in my head that’s causing this. I didn’t know that until the MRI. I might even get luckier still and wake up with it gone one day.
Fashion quite literally saved my life (but ended my abductor’s), some 44 years ago today. My ultra-suede maxi coat stiffened in the extreme cold, concealing the fact that I was wearing a (plastic) watch with a “bubble” (thick) crystal, allowing me to free my left wrist (after being handcuffed). The wooden platform sandals I was wearing (with socks) in the middle of winter (what?!) made every kick count.
I suffered no physical harm save for the blows to my head (which knocked me out & allowed him to drag me into the car through the passenger window).
Freeing my one hand (early on) made ALL the difference and allowed me moments of clarity through my (absolute) terror.
I’m thankful for a LOT of things that worked out in my favor those 44 years ago today, but mostly, I thank God for making certain I wore that watch, that coat & that particular pair of shoes 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I’ll type up the whole story some day, but until then, this link has the most accurate accounting:
:::singing:::: 🎵This is the SCARF that never ends… yes it goes ON & ON my friends! Someone just STARTED knitting it not knowing what it WAS… & they’ll continue knitting it FOREVER (just because…😎)🎶
Already enormous, I’ve got this skein to finish and yet another to go!
This was a kit offered by String Yarns of NYC called “Missoni”. The fiber consists of twelve 50 gram balls of Indulgence 6 ply with silk, with Filatura DiCrosa’s Fine Superwash Zaria for the white stripes.
It makes for a super soft and extremely warm winter scarf IF “it ever ends”. 😎
I’m the kind of cook that prefers to make everything from scratch. It tastes better and is better for you (less preservatives).
Well, Dorothy’s™ Sawtooth Sourdough pancake OR Waffle batter changed all that. I can’t believe how delicious something from a mix can taste! I first discovered Dorothy’s at the (seasonal) fruit stand where I bought my fresh peaches 🍑 .