ringing and cooking

It's ringing. It's constant. And I have been living with it for the last 10 yrs. At night, I mask it with a whining fan. By day, it crescendos. I strain to hear my colleagues' mumblings. I take pills, pills that require the pharmacist scrutiny. My driver's license is entered into a data base, but it's not crystal meth I'm looking to create; it's silence.


I read several raw food blogs, and the raw foodist have one thing in common: they're all blissed out on the rarest of rare--thin, beautiful people whose glowing skin resembles that of a Maybelline ad.
Moreover, some report amazing medical miracles. Allergies, asthma, and diabetes all seem to disappear with a steady diet of kale and carrot sticks. So, maybe this could be the answer to my long battle with tinnitus. On Monday, I will begin the experiment: raw vs. ringing. For 30 days, I will stick to a strict all-raw diet with the hopes that I might, quite literally, flush out the buzzing.