It's hard to believe that it's been nearly a full year since I last posted an update. Needless to say, I had a valid reason for the lapse.
Some of you may know that my move to the Pacific Northwest did not go as well as I had hoped. Shortly after making the move, back in May of 2015, I became very sick and after dozens of doctors and specialists who poked and prodded me with countless tests, we discovered that I was allergic to all the trees, grasses, and shrubs which severely affected my underlying asthma. Needless to say, if I wasn't forcing myself to go to work, I was literally in bed confined to my home with an integrated HEPA system. It was two and a half years of misery where I had no personal life... Heck, I was barely living at all and I spent what little energy I had left trying to figure out how to move back to a breathable desert climate.
One positive note halfway through my time up in the PNW, I wound up working in an empty office the majority of the time - other than the rare occassion when the Owner of the company would fly back to attend to our most important client. Misophonia-wise, it was a good thing... I didn't have any coworkers rustling noisy bags crunching on chips or crisp vegetables. Occassionally there was noise coming from outside the office but for the most part, my main source of misophonia triggers came from the rare times I went out in public or the occassional needy whine of my cockatiel when I didn't give him enough attention.
Things got a little worse when our office relocated to the first floor of the adjacent building because little did we know, the space did not have any air conditioning, so I was forced to keep the doors to the outside open - which let in much more noise from people walking around the building. In the end, I couldn't even keep the doors open because the wildfires from the surrounding areas let in too much smoke and ash; so either I had to suffocate from the poor air conditions or smother myself from the lack of circulating air when the doors were closed.
I wound up moving back to Vegas at the end of September and couldn't be happier. Granted, I'm working in the largest firm I've ever worked in my life (over 15,000 people), so now I'm exposed to more misophonia triggers than I've had over the past two plus years, but that's a small price to pay to be able to breathe again.
It's time to put my time in the PNW far behind me and move onward with a fresh outlook for 2018. I'm looking forward to picking up where I last left off with the SenseHaven.com website and also hopefully getting back into the swing of writing my memoir again. So much misophonia information and progress to update here. It may take time, but I'm in a better mindset than I have been in over a decade.
Happy New Year to all and may you (or if you're not a sufferer, may the people you know with misophonia), have relief from misophonia triggers.
Some of you may know that my move to the Pacific Northwest did not go as well as I had hoped. Shortly after making the move, back in May of 2015, I became very sick and after dozens of doctors and specialists who poked and prodded me with countless tests, we discovered that I was allergic to all the trees, grasses, and shrubs which severely affected my underlying asthma. Needless to say, if I wasn't forcing myself to go to work, I was literally in bed confined to my home with an integrated HEPA system. It was two and a half years of misery where I had no personal life... Heck, I was barely living at all and I spent what little energy I had left trying to figure out how to move back to a breathable desert climate.
One positive note halfway through my time up in the PNW, I wound up working in an empty office the majority of the time - other than the rare occassion when the Owner of the company would fly back to attend to our most important client. Misophonia-wise, it was a good thing... I didn't have any coworkers rustling noisy bags crunching on chips or crisp vegetables. Occassionally there was noise coming from outside the office but for the most part, my main source of misophonia triggers came from the rare times I went out in public or the occassional needy whine of my cockatiel when I didn't give him enough attention.
Things got a little worse when our office relocated to the first floor of the adjacent building because little did we know, the space did not have any air conditioning, so I was forced to keep the doors to the outside open - which let in much more noise from people walking around the building. In the end, I couldn't even keep the doors open because the wildfires from the surrounding areas let in too much smoke and ash; so either I had to suffocate from the poor air conditions or smother myself from the lack of circulating air when the doors were closed.
I wound up moving back to Vegas at the end of September and couldn't be happier. Granted, I'm working in the largest firm I've ever worked in my life (over 15,000 people), so now I'm exposed to more misophonia triggers than I've had over the past two plus years, but that's a small price to pay to be able to breathe again.
It's time to put my time in the PNW far behind me and move onward with a fresh outlook for 2018. I'm looking forward to picking up where I last left off with the SenseHaven.com website and also hopefully getting back into the swing of writing my memoir again. So much misophonia information and progress to update here. It may take time, but I'm in a better mindset than I have been in over a decade.
Happy New Year to all and may you (or if you're not a sufferer, may the people you know with misophonia), have relief from misophonia triggers.
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