For twenty-four years, I worked as a senior audiology nurse and hearing specialist in clinics across Yorkshire.
In that time, I examined over eight thousand pairs of ears.
And if there is one thing that broke my heart every single week, it was watching active, capable men and women over fifty walk into my consultation room with dark circles under their eyes.
They would sit down in my chair, exhausted, literally holding back tears.
They all told me the exact same story:
Lying awake at 3 in the morning, staring at the ceiling, listening to a high-pitched tea kettle scream inside their head.
Having to leave loud desk fans running on freezing winter nights just to get some white noise.
Or sleeping with bulky headphones playing rain sounds just to get three hours of broken rest.
And worst of all? Sitting across from their family doctor, only to be patted on the arm and told:
"Well, you're past fifty now. Your hearing nerves are wearing down with age. There is no cure for tinnitus, so you just have to go home and learn to live with it."
Every single time a patient told me that, my blood boiled.
Because in my experience, nine times out of ten, that diagnosis was completely wrong.