Today I learned that the ringing that started in my ears a few months ago will be with me for life. I have permanent high frequency hearing damage; irreversible. I am, astonishingly, in my 40s, in need of hearing aids. Too much loud music. Take a lesson, boys and girls.
It was hard to hear (what?) the news, but there are certainly worse things to learn from a doctor and I remain grateful beyond words for my excellent health. I go to get molded for custom earplugs (which I will now have to wear to every fucking concert I go to in the future) next week. I don’t quite know what to do about the other. I know I miss a lot, but I’m not sure that I’m handicapped enough to want to start down the HEARING AID path.
Sadly, I don’t have a hair cell to spare, and am no longer allowed to listen to my music at extremely high volume. I wish I could take back every mediocre and overloud concert experience I’ve ever had. Especially the most recent one. I would not, however, take back even one Ramones concert.