Of tinnitus and gratefulness

A few years ago, the year AS Roma destroyed Barcelona in a thrilling 3-0 in Champions League quarter finals.

Around that time, I started hearing a whistling sound in my ear.

I went to see my doctor about it, the day Roma was going to play the return leg against Liverpool, she asked me if I had any sort of stress, and I blamed work, cause I didn’t feel like blaming football.

Turned out, I had high blood pressure, and I needed to make some lifestyle changes and get some pills.

But the whistle didn’t go away, and after many tests, doctors, hacks etc.. I had to accept the fact I have tinnitus (acufene), and I am going to live with it for the rest of my life.

It felt horrible at first. You can’t turn it off, ever. I no longer know how silence sounds. It’s like being unable to close your eyes.

But I am lucky, mine is not too strong, and I can barely notice it if I’m in a room with other people talking, or watching TV, or driving.

Today I was asked about, as someone else started suffering from it, and they’re going crazy. I feel genuinely sorry for them.

But also, this was a good reminder: my problem is not too bad. It sucks, but it could have been so much worse.

I’m very lucky.