Does anybody know what freak of evolutionary biology is responsible for those annoying mental soundtracks that latch on like a unwelcome Occupy protester?
“Baa Baa Blacksheep have you any wool…”
There. I bet that got your music box going. That should be good for a few hours of “in-house” entertainment.
If only my problem was a steady loop of the White Room guitar solo or the opening riff from Spirit of Radio – I might be somewhat content.
Lately I’ve been renting head space to a buzzing noise that sounds eerily like that high-pitched hiss you’d get when cranking up an old Dolby-less cassette tape.
It’s worse than that – My brain goes up to “11.”
Childhood stories of Beethoven’s progressive deafness come to mind, and I am replaying my memories to see if I can recall licking the peeling paint off my crib or playing with colorful toys made in China (this would be before Nixon’s visit, so not likely).
It doesn’t seem to have affected my hearing in general. I still perk up whenever my name is called and tune out my kids whining like any respectable member of the male species.
But quietly concentrating for extended periods of time, like more than two seconds, is becoming a real challenge.
Writing this blog has taken almost a whole day – the noise rushes in and pushes ideas out. For real.
Imagine having an itch inside your skull that you can’t scratch.
This is utter madness.
I keep expecting the ringing to suddenly stop, to be followed by: “This was a test, of the emergency broadcasting system…” – but it never does.
My doctor isn’t really concerned about it; or if he is, he isn’t saying anything.
Even the great guru, Andy Weil has little comfort to offer other than several thousand units of Ginko – really just a wild stab in the dark.
Can I get an ear transplant?
A brain transplant?
I remember reading about a stutterer whose cure was to completely stop talking for months and relearn anew. I can’t exactly train myself to stop hearing.
Maybe those folks at Johnson and Johnson were on to something when they cautioned not to ram Q-tips (and Bic pens) all the way deep into my ear canal…
The Good Word for Today is: We all have noise in our lives that drowns out our ability to see, feel and appreciate. Find out what yours is and learn how to shut it off, or at least tone it down.
LJ
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Does anybody know what freak of evolutionary biology is responsible for those annoying mental soundtracks that latch on like a unwelcome Occupy protester?
“Baa Baa Blacksheep have you any wool…”
There. I bet that got your music box going. That should be good for a few hours of “in-house” entertainment.
If only my problem was a steady loop of the White Room guitar solo or the opening riff from Spirit of Radio – I might be somewhat content.
Lately I’ve been renting head space to a buzzing noise that sounds eerily like that high-pitched hiss you’d get when cranking up an old Dolby-less cassette tape.
It’s worse than that – My brain goes up to “11.”
Childhood stories of Beethoven’s progressive deafness come to mind, and I am replaying my memories to see if I can recall licking the peeling paint off my crib or playing with colorful toys made in China (this would be before Nixon’s visit, so not likely).
It doesn’t seem to have affected my hearing in general. I still perk up whenever my name is called and tune out my kids whining like any respectable member of the male species.
But quietly concentrating for extended periods of time, like more than two seconds, is becoming a real challenge.
Writing this blog has taken almost a whole day – the noise rushes in and pushes ideas out. For real.
Imagine having an itch inside your skull that you can’t scratch.
This is utter madness.
I keep expecting the ringing to suddenly stop, to be followed by: “This was a test, of the emergency broadcasting system…” – but it never does.
My doctor isn’t really concerned about it; or if he is, he isn’t saying anything.
Even the great guru, Andy Weil has little comfort to offer other than several thousand units of Ginko – really just a wild stab in the dark.
Can I get an ear transplant?
A brain transplant?
I remember reading about a stutterer whose cure was to completely stop talking for months and relearn anew. I can’t exactly train myself to stop hearing.
Maybe those folks at Johnson and Johnson were on to something when they cautioned not to ram Q-tips (and Bic pens) all the way deep into my ear canal…
The Good Word for Today is: We all have noise in our lives that drowns out our ability to see, feel and appreciate. Find out what yours is and learn how to shut it off, or at least tone it down.
LJ
Like this:
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Tags: Andy Weil, Beethoven, Bic Pens, brain, concentraion, Cream, deafness, ear, Ginko uses, hearing, lead paint, loud noise, Music, Q-tips, Ringing in ears, Rush, Spinal Tap, Spirit of Radio, White Room
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