I lost some hearing as a firecontrolman when I was a sailor. I have intermittent tinnitus that can be very debilitating at times. But that really isn’t a horrible cross.
The last two months though, I have been having aural hallucunations. What used to be pleasant periods with just diminished hearing and no tinnitus have been replaced. Now, when the high-pitched squeal is absent, I hear music. Usually orchestral scores reminiscent of Star Wars or Indiana Jones. Sometimes drumbeats and Indian songs. Sometimes bluegrass. Always faint. Always very real. I have wasted entire mornings trying to figure out if a roommate left his stereo on low. Early on I thought someone might be playing a joke on me. I don’t think there are any Little People here because of urban development, and I don’t think I have given them any reason to be upset with me anyway.
I have come to realise it is probably the aural equivalent of Charles Bonnet Syndrome, where the mind fills a hole in the field of vision with an image, to cope with the gap in data, usually an outlandish image too.
Anyway, I have the ringing right now, and as much as I love music, I think I prefer the ringing.