Well, today I finally returned the noise cancelling earphones I bought on the way back from a business trip last month. It's a shame that they didn't block as much sound as I hoped, but I'd rather spend the same amount of money buying three spare sets of what I know already work than keep something I don't use at all. (I honestly didn't use again after hearing the flight attendant's announcement on the plane while wearing them.) Oh well.
This morning I also discovered that not all medications that make you bleary eyed in the morning work at dulling the senses to triggers. Last night, I was having trouble falling asleep so I took one Tylenol PM to help me. Of course, waking up is always fun when I do that, but I noticed today that, unlike what happened when I was on the pain meds after my accident, this morning I was definitely still sensitive to the whistling on TV. (It was really annoying when there were back-to-back commercials with whistling.)
On a happier note... This week is my 10th and final week of my fitness regime. (That is, until next week when I start my one-year renewal.) Yesterday I had my "after" photos, but I also had one of the staff members take photos of me during my workout. Since next week I'm headed up to where I grew up, I plan to meet up with the (now) anchorman who did the three part series report on heart attacks that featured my dad. (I had a little cameo in it too...) I wanted to share the photos with him to show that I'm doing the exact same thing that my father did at the time of the report. I have an idea to see if he'd be interested in doing a follow-up to that report (since so much of what was discussed then is still true to this day). If he thinks it's a good idea, I might even suggest contacting their sister station where I currently live in the Midwest to share the story - with the hope that when comparing my father back then to me right now, I can somehow share what I'm going through with misophonia - like how my father was struggling with heart disease back then. It'll be interesting to hear what the anchorman thinks of my idea. I figure it could be another way to help spread the word about misophonia to the general public. Hopefully, I'll have good news to report in an upcoming blog entry.
This morning I also discovered that not all medications that make you bleary eyed in the morning work at dulling the senses to triggers. Last night, I was having trouble falling asleep so I took one Tylenol PM to help me. Of course, waking up is always fun when I do that, but I noticed today that, unlike what happened when I was on the pain meds after my accident, this morning I was definitely still sensitive to the whistling on TV. (It was really annoying when there were back-to-back commercials with whistling.)
On a happier note... This week is my 10th and final week of my fitness regime. (That is, until next week when I start my one-year renewal.) Yesterday I had my "after" photos, but I also had one of the staff members take photos of me during my workout. Since next week I'm headed up to where I grew up, I plan to meet up with the (now) anchorman who did the three part series report on heart attacks that featured my dad. (I had a little cameo in it too...) I wanted to share the photos with him to show that I'm doing the exact same thing that my father did at the time of the report. I have an idea to see if he'd be interested in doing a follow-up to that report (since so much of what was discussed then is still true to this day). If he thinks it's a good idea, I might even suggest contacting their sister station where I currently live in the Midwest to share the story - with the hope that when comparing my father back then to me right now, I can somehow share what I'm going through with misophonia - like how my father was struggling with heart disease back then. It'll be interesting to hear what the anchorman thinks of my idea. I figure it could be another way to help spread the word about misophonia to the general public. Hopefully, I'll have good news to report in an upcoming blog entry.
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