Ooo eee, Baby, open the door...
Baby Boomers and a lot of others never know the Sounds Of Silence. We have tinnitus. Tin-eye-tus, or Tin-it-tus, the organization can't even agree on how it should be pronounced.
But before we go any further, please play this audio file at the lowest possible volume you can and still be able to be aware of it. This is a mix I did of what my tinnitus sounds like - almost. It's about 90 seconds long.
Start playing the file and then read on please.
That's 24/7 in my head. But others hear a whoosing, or a buzzing/clicking, screeching, tea kettle and many others. Short sound files are here.
I hate a silent room. It's never silent. I always have the Bells of St. Mary or Tone Loc with me. I'm so lucky that Nancy likes to fall asleep to the noise of the Tee Vee. My tinnitus starts out quiet in the morning and when my head hits the pillow it is raging.
I'm not whining just to whine.
If you know a Baby Boomer that plays the Tee Vee louder than you prefer, or cranks up the audio player in the car for every song, then you might want to take advantage of a free hearing test the next time the hearing aid place offers it.
Oh, he will HATE it, but if you can convince him to go (and it will always be a him, because we Men Boomers are a stubborn bunch) to take the test to prove