Pulsatile Tinnitus

Weeks of Tinnitus

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Part VIII

I wonder how I slept with the roar of pulsitile tinnitus surging with my blood pressure, heart rate, and anxiety. Somehow I managed to take the sleep vacation every night. The intratympanic corticosteroids injections only initially quieted the tinnitus. After a few hours after the treatment, the cochlea did seem to revive and the tinnitus signal increased in strength. I thought this might be a sign of healing. For the next three weeks I would see my Doctor, he would ask if wanted to continue the treatments, and then would proceed to inject the drugs through the ear drum. Some time before, on the same day, the Doctor of Audiology would give me a robust hearing screening to document any changes to my hearing thresholds.

After the 1st week of treatment, my speech discrimination improved at amplification from 60% to 88%. The 2nd week I achieved a 92% score, my best to date. Sadly, the tinnitus increased so much, it felt at times that was the only think I could hear. On my final cycle of Audiology to Otolaryngology, I asked if blood circulation could be a factor in the tinnitus. My Doctor thought it was a stretch, but agreed to refer me to get a computed tomography (CT) of the head and neck. My doctor wanted to see me for the last time to check if my eardrum had healed after the multiple last bore injections. I decided to postpone that final encounter well after the CT and at least 30 days after my last corticosteroid middle ear injection.

After my near simulated deafening from the MRI, I wondered if the CT would have a similar debilitating effect. The CT is an altogether different machine than MRI. Instead of using power electromagnets, the CT is a computer aided x-ray machine. A contrast agent would aid in distinguishing tissues, blood flow, and abnormalities. I would only wait 1 week before my scheduled CT, in the medical imaging department of my local hospital.

Telling the End of the Story First

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Colophon
Like any good tale, sometimes the destination or perhaps the journey where lies the adventure. I have some important pulsatile tinnitus information, that could not wait for the story installments.

I’ve been suffering from pulsatile tinnitus for around a year. My one year anniversary just passed on 8 February 2015. Problems of the brain, nerves, ears, and perception are complicated. I’ve been kicked from various curbs of medical departments: internal medicine, otolaryngology, audiology, and psychiatry. None have been able to proffer suggestions much less treatments for my ailments. The ringing continues unabated.

Sounds very miserable, and just in the last 45 have I have been suffering from a linkage to the tinnitus: insomnia. No medical solutions to that either. I’ve had to forage for my own answers. Last week I became an advocate for myself, and hopefully for the next sudden sensorineural hearing loss victim. We are a small group but we don’t get an “ice bucket challenge.” We suffer in silence, but I choose to not “surrender to the silence.”

I found an inexpensive therapy which silences or masks the tinnitus, but also maintaining the little hearing I have on my left side. My hearing center and Phonak audiologist programmed my instrument together. After the adjustments, I can now wear the unit 24/7, which I plan to do to help in sleeping. I even made my very 1st phone call yesterday, using exclusively my left ear!

A much more detailed analysis of my hearing regiment to follow, but as a summary: Back in December 2014, I got a pair of over-ear headphones in another attempt to silence the tinnitus. My hearing damage makes traditional amplification impractical, as the audio becomes loud, certain frequencies that I do respond normally above 6,000 Hz strain the ear and they start to hurt. I need selective amplification over a wide 70dB cookie-bite range. The Phonak WhistleBlock feature failed when cupped inside an external headphone. I tried a NOiZFREE induction headphone. This worked well, but if I turned my head it would loose contact with the telecoil, and I would loose the signal. A consistent volume also proved troublesome, since I could not alway hit the sweet spot on the hearing aid.

I remembered the wireless Phonak solutions, the ComPilot series, which work with the Spice and now Venture lines of hearing instruments. My hearing center currently only offers the Spice platform, so I decided to spend a little more to give it try. My favorite tinnitus mask is a very low volume DJ Hardwell EDM. His mixes go for hours, so there is alway variety. I want to try Apple Logic Pro X drum loops, but that may be as mind numbing as the natural pulsatile tinnitus. Listening the electronic dance music (EDM) signal, it completely masks the tinnitus. I am using an ancient Apple iPod Touch via bluetooth to feed the tinnitus signal to the Phonak ComPilot. The ComPilot currently runs for 11 hours between charges, so that gives my brain a rest.

The theory is after a time, the stimulus will not be necessary, but as of now it’s refreshing to not hear anything, or at the very least a recognizable tune.

Inside the Imaging Tube

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Part VI
After the 20 minute hold on the gurney, I transitioned to standing. The medicine slowly flowed down the eustachian tube into my throat, leaving a mildly unpleasant taste. I needed to make several follow-up appointments for more injections while testing for hearing improvement from the audiologist. The otolaryngology department kindly printed the entire monthly calendar, showing my six upcoming appointments.

The doctor, by protocol, also needed to screen for other possible reasons for my SSHL: a brain tumor or vascular constriction of some sort. My medical imaging came in-between the office visits. 1st came the MRI of the head and neck followed by a CT of the same region. I did not delve to deep into the possible outcomes of the scans, as anything is possible when it comes to the brain.

I had my MRI scan on a Saturday afternoon at a 24 hour hospital. I gave blood to check for a certain kidney function tolerance to the contrast agent used to explore my cerebrum. Lurking around the eight cranial nerve might be an acoustic neuroma, a benign tumor compressing the hearing nerve. I only thought of my breathing in the MRI tube, as with constant pulsing tinnitus, I felt like my brain might implode as the magnets slowly imaged my head. After four passes, the technician asked me to dress. Modern medicine is so compartmentalized, that even with the radiologist right in front of me, I got the standard answer, “Wait for the results from your doctor.”

In less than 48 hours my doctor forwarded me the radiologist report: “No significant abnormality.”

Alien Abduction or Medical Treatment?

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Part V
Before any major medical procedure, one signs a consent form. Before you get a large bore needle filled with corticosteroids injected directly through the eardrum without any anesthesia, you get a very stern lecture that this treatment may leave a permanent hole in the eardrum, cause horrible scaring and possibly exacerbate the deafness. I thought, “What choice to I have? My hearing is already irreparably damaged. Could it really get more destroyed?”

A trackpad and pen recorded my digital signature on a long form stating, “To try to recover the hearing.” If successful, I would undergo three injections of corticosteroids spaced out over three weeks. Each week the doctor would ask me if I wanted to continue or stop the protocol. While lying on an exam table, with my head slightly below my waist and turned to one side, the doctor prepared the solution. He warmed it up to not be too shocking when passed through the eardrum. The high gauge needle burned and stung without any anesthesia. The doctor did offer a topical anesthetic, but said if I could take the pain and not flinch, my eardrum would heal better.

I almost suggested I bite on my belt, but concentrated on pleasant thoughts while the otolaryngologist, using a specialized telescope, passed the needle through the round window membrane into my middle ear. As the anticipation of the agony of the needle passed, the warming sensation of the medicine led to a euphoria and dizziness, but quickly passed. I stayed in the supine position for 20 minutes alone. The most amazing thing happened as I waited, the horrible pulsatile tinnitus quieted for just a time, as my middle ear lay flooded in the brine of medicine.

Sudden Sensorineural Hearing Loss Treatments

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Part IV
I used Candy Crush Saga to pass the time between audiology to otolaryngology. On 20 March 2014 the doctor with the funny head mirror appeared. He asked if I complained about pulsatile tinnitus and now the dreaded SHL, sensorineural hearing loss. He reviewed the audiogram and almost shrieked at the collapse of just one ear. He asked when I first noticed symptoms, now nearly 40 days ago. I was outside the window for any treatment and he suggest I just give up on my hearing.

I asked if there was anything that could be done, or it was completely pointless and would do more damage to my eighth cranial nerve? There was a protocol for sudden sensorineural hearing loss (SSHL), but it involved the use of corticosteroids injected directly into the cavity behind the eardrum. Another treatment involved taking a large dose of oral corticosteroids in an attempt to reduce swelling of the hearing nerve embedding inside my skull. After a few minutes of pleading, the doctor decided to combine the treatment into a glorious cocktail to recover hearing.

Another part of the audiogram I had ignored earlier, the SRT and speech discrimination, now also became very important. My right ear scored 5 dB for speech recognition threshold (SRT) while my left needed 45 dB to understand. Who knew the words hotdog, baseball, and cowboy could make the difference from hearing and deafness. Using amplification, my speech discrimination score was 100% in the right ear, but just 60% in the damaged left ear. I had mentioned to the doctor that my left ear was so broken, I may never gain its use. The corticosteroids regiment success or failure would teeter on whether I recovered my damaged hearing or could at least understand more words at amplification.

Needles of Sound in the Ear

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Part III
After seeing my audiogram, I instantly recognized that the pulsitile tinnitus could not be my main problem, but a symptom of something greater. What could come next? Internet searches on hearing loss and tinnitus brought up a myriad of responses from quack cures, health related bulletin boards, and medical journals. I would spend the next two weeks concentrating on the other note scribbled on the audiogram form, “SHL.”

The tears started to flow spontaneously, as one of my great joys in life was the phenomenon of hearing, especially surround and stereo sound mixes. I had purchased hundreds of libraries of sounds recorded to Compact Disc, Apple iTunes, amazon.com Music, and Google Play tracks. I had dual sophisticated 2.1 and 5.1 channel home theaters with Nakamichi and Yamaha Receivers with Vandersteen and all identical JBL speakers, including the surrounds. I had conditioned AC power and speaker cables the size of bananas with perfect copper single crystal conductors. I only ripped my CD library to the highest bitrate possible MP3 or AAC files, since I could hear the difference between the compressed format and original. I did not make it out to the symphony that often, but when I did, I relished in the instruments creating sound without amplification. I would consider myself a sound snob.

I stopped listening to CD’s, the radio, traveling in crowds, visiting stores with canned music soundtracks, and sought the silence of my crawlspace. In the 22″ cramped cold space between the ground and the raised floor, all I could hear was my damn brain’s gushing blood flow through who knows what artery or vein. I was alone in my own personal maelstrom, with no one to share its agony.

The audiologist referred me to see an otolaryngologist, to see if my problem could be medically related. My appointment would not be for another week. I now had some information, and all the possible illnesses were not good but included Ménière’s disease, acoustic neuroma, or hereditary deafness. I needed more information, and surely our advanced medical arsenal would proffer a solution.

Struggling with Cures

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Part II
On 12 February 2014, just four days after experiencing the most surreal sounding pulsing noise, after a physical examination, I got the referred to the Otolaryngology Department as a new walk in patient suffering from hearing loss. I immediately called the department, but at the time I did not know the extent of my illness, and my appointment at this busy practice would be in four weeks, on 12 March 2014 with the audiologist. I did not have the faculty to insist that this was an hearing emergency, and any hope of effective treatment needed hours not days to initiate. What hindsight gives to a complex medical problem!

While I waited to see the audiologist I tried pseudoephedrine, zinc lozenges, hydrogen peroxide to clean the ear wax, curanderos to rid me of the mal aire, and prayer, but the pounding sound continued unencumbered. My neighbors, friends, and family could not comprehend what I was going through. Some thought I must be making up a story, must feel dizzy, or just lazy, as my home construction project floundered, while I could not concentrate as the sound permeated my intellect. I finished the rough plumbing on my addition, slithering under a 1950’s WWII era crawlspace connecting water supply lines to my addition.

Family birthday parties came and went along with scheduled Church Services and public plays and dramas. Folk medicine failed to show any improvement. Finally my appointment with the audiologist arrived, and I tried my best to distinguish the pure tone test frequencies of air and bone conduction sounds. After a 20 minute exam of hearing, word recognition, tympanic response, and ancillary questions I got my audiogram. It showed what I did not expect: moderate to severe hearing loss in the left ear in a characteristic cookie-bite pattern, while the right ear stayed completely normal.

Eighth Cranial Nerve Explodes

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In early 2014 something happened in my brain. I woke up to a pounding noise, of unknown origin. I tried to ignore it.

Background
In December 2013 while watching some recording from my Lenovo HTPC, while muting the HDMI source, I continued to hear something like a swooshing sound. I looked all around the room for a sound source, and located the sound origin, the internal 500 GB hard drive. The Lenovo desktop made the typical rotating drive sound, but I started to interpret it as an ever so slightly pulsing white noise. It was a curiosity, but in retrospect the sign of a catastrophe to come.

I had some other heath issues, primarily an abyss behind my left ear that needed an incision and drainage followed by secondary intention wound care. By 22 January 2014, I was all healed up, ready to go back to work on a major 800 SQ FT dark green new home addition. I had started the drain, waste, and vent plumbing along with the rough electrical work.

Part I
On 8 February 2014 the slight hard drive inconsequential noise, just a curiosity in nature, became a frightening freight train of surging intensity, taking over my senses. I thought I could ignore it. Maybe the sound was a result of a middle ear infection, so I went to my doctor, who understood my complaint, took out a strange tuning fork, slapped it on his hand and placed the cool steel base against the back of my neck. The doctor asked what I heard, and all I could sense was cold. He asked if I sensed a hearing deficiency, and with the pulsing noise, could not distinguise the tuning fork from my noise. I came to discover later I had a eighth cranial nerve on my left side “explode” in my head, and my auditory system in attempt to recover hearing, began interpreting the labyrinth of blood vessels as actionable sound.